Billionaire’s Forbidden Cinderella
“That sounds perfect. It’s fitting, don’t you think, Irina?”
“Yes… fitting,” I murmured, the word barely leaving my lips. I felt numb, each decision chipping away at my remaining strength, reminding me just how trapped I was. They were designing a gilded cage, and they didn’t care if it suffocated me.
Mrs. Loresca continued, “We’ll have a rehearsal dinner the night before, with close family only. We want to keep it exclusive, of course. And the ceremony itself will be a closed event—only high-profile guests.” She flashed a knowing smile at my mother. “The media will adore it.”