Billionaire’s Forbidden Cinderella
I was nothing more than a figure in a script they’d written without me.
Finally, Mrs. Loresca closed her binder, giving me a smile that was meant to be warm but felt condescending. “You’re a lucky young woman, Irina,” she said, as though I needed reminding. “Not every girl gets a fairytale wedding like this.”
I forced a polite smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Loresca. I’m… grateful.”
Her smile widened, clearly satisfied with my response. “Well, then, I believe we’re all set.” She turned to Viktor and my mother. “I’ll have the final arrangements sent over this afternoon. Everything will be perfect.”