Chapter 23
Narrator's Pov
A glimpse of the past
Florence Piero
She breathed hastily through her mouth and nose as she looked back every second, making sure she wasn't followed. Her white flowing wedding dress is now torn and full of muddle puddle. She dumped her high stiletto in the opposite direction. She figured that they might follow her and traced her if she dropped them in the same lane she was walking.
Her perfectly styled hair was now messy and the blowing air was sending it strands in different directions. She packed them up in a bun and packed it with the excess on her wedding dress she had torn off earlier because it had been dragging after her.
Today was supposed to be her wedding.
Her father Piero Mattia, an elderly man known for his stern nature had arranged the marria
