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I looked up and felt my stomach drop. A woman walked in, tall and elegant in a designer dress that probably cost more than my monthly revenue. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, her entire presence screaming old money and privilege. She moved through the bookstore like she owned it, her critical gaze sweeping over the modest shelves and worn carpet. When her eyes landed on me, her red lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You must be Anastasia," she said, her voice smooth and cultured. "Christopher's little wife."

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

He kept noticing. The car stopped. I got out and breathed the open air and tried to leave the last two hours in the vehicle where they belonged. The first bridal store was genuinely beautiful. Enormous glass windows along the front. Crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across everything. Rows of white and ivory and cream arranged with the particular care of a place that understood it was selling more than fabric. For a moment, standing in the entrance with the light catching the sequins on the nearest gown, something in me lifted. This was real. I was getting married. I was going to be Fabian's Luna. Three more weeks and everything would be different.

Wooing someone into a real marriage under these conditions seemed impossible. “And the list of ‘suitable candidates’ my mother provided?” Damian asked, already knowing the answer. Jennings hesitated before producing a slim folder. “Your mother has identified several potential brides from reputable families. However, given your reputation…” He trailed off, uncomfortable. Damian snatched the folder from his hand and flipped it open, scanning the profiles of women who were undoubtedly well-bred and well-mannered, but utterly boring. He tossed the folder onto his desk with a sigh of frustration.

In that tacky, over-the-top bedroom they called "fancy." But... wasn't she dead? "Mom, there's no way I'm marrying Damian Cross! They say he's hideous, cruel, and hates women! Who knows how I'd end up if I married him!" "I'm the medical prodigy of Meridian City! I'm destined for greatness—why would I waste myself on some powerless, ugly nobody? If I marry anyone, it'll be the future heir of the Cross Consortium!" A shrill voice pierced through the air from downstairs.

“My goodness, you are even more beautiful than my husband described. Honey, you didn’t describe this beauty properly.” Elena blinked. “Thank you.” “I have been looking forward to meeting you.” She linked her arm with Elena’s naturally. “Come with me, leave these businessmen alone for a while.” Mrs. Ferraro led Elena toward the villa’s expansive terrace overlooking Milan. The evening breeze carried the scent of jasmine and fresh herbs from the surrounding gardens. “Now I understand.” Elena looked puzzled. “Understand what?” Mrs. Ferraro smiled knowingly. “Why Damien married you.” Elena nearly choked on the sparkling water she had just sipped.

Today made it three years with Evan Crentford – my fiancée, the man I loved with all my heart and who claims he could not live without me. I had practically floated home, already imagining walking through the door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile. I took a step into the dark home, and… POP! The light turned on instantly, and at the same time, a shower of gold and silver ribbons exploded in my face. I took a deep breath, and gasped. Stumbling back as the cascade of paper and glitter rained on me. For a very brief moment, I was filled with nothing else but joy.

made me shiver awkwardly. I took a deep breath, forcing the wave of emotions back. "Fine. But don't dwell on it, Sebastian. This is only an act." His eyes flashed with something beyond my reach. "Of course," he said softly. "Merely an act." And yet, as he retreated, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just entered into something much more evil than an imitative wedding. ………. The evening of Damian's dinner arrived earlier than I would have liked. Adrian's grip on my waist was tight as we entered the rich dining room. Shadows and gold darkened the air, candle fireplaces casting golden pools of light upon polished mahogany. Damian sat at the head of the table, a cunning smile spreading acro

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.