90 DAYS WITH BELLA.
Even the way it was phrased sounded like a parody.
My eyes locked on Bella’s. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t even flinch. She stared at me with those sharp, unflinching eyes that seemed to say, ‘Well? Are you man enough to see this through?’
“I do,” I said finally, my voice steady, though the words felt heavier than I’d expected.
Then it was her turn.
“Bella Harrington, do you take Alexander Blackwood…?”
Her lips twitched half amusement, half defiance before she answered, calm and clear: “I do.”
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