Vanessa

My stomach turned at Enzo's words and I couldn't help but place my hands flush against the wall behind me, clawing my nails into the wallpaper. “I’m not wearing that.” 

    He shrugged, completely unaffected by my refusal. “Well, it’s either the dress or you get married naked. Either way is fine by me. Although I’d prefer you naked since that would make it so much easier afterwards.”  

    “Make what easier?” I had no idea why I asked that stupid question since I already knew the goddamn answer. 

    A smug grin appeared on his face. “Well, we consummate our marriage, of course.” 

    My knees went weak, and I trembled as...