Arabella

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The ladies who had helped dress me up were already packing up and leaving.

I couldn’t deny that I looked beautiful—more beautiful than I had ever looked.

I mean, it was expected, seeing as I was wearing a very beautiful dress that Marco had spent a fortune on. It was a pink satin dress that clung to me, but not in a way that made it hard for me to breathe.

It had tiny sleeves and was backless, pooling around my feet. I was wearing it with a matching pair of silver heels and clutch.

Marco’s voice echoed in my mind:...