I was still not ready to accept the fact that Silvio wanted to marry me, at lunchtime when I woke up from my deep slumber, two stylish women about my age—show up. Dante was standing outside the door, with them behind him.

“They are here for your measurements.” He spoke, motioning to the petite woman standing beside him with pale blonde hair and deep red lips. “She is Lana Serano. Your wedding planner.” My veins ran cold, but I still managed to smile. Lana, the woman I presumed to be quite attractive, returned the smile, and her crooked teeth added a distinctive touch to her appearance.

“Hello, Ms Quinitin, I’ll...