As I stood in front of the mirror, a group of hired assistants worked to help me put on the magnificent wedding dress. The white princess dress had delicate details on the bodice and a voluminous skirt that made me feel like I was immersed in a fairy tale. Watching the women carefully adjust every detail of my attire made me reflect on the irony of the situation: this should have been the happiest moment of my life, but it was a facade.
After all, I was Mia Fraga, the orphaned character I invented to become a journalist. And now, Mia was about to marry Giovanni Cordopatri. A marriage that was a lie from the beginning. I wasn't Mia, and the man I was going to marry didn't love me, nor could he even consider it. All this performance was a carefully crafted plot for a reason that now... I'm
