Sovia’s POV
“You look beautiful.” Janova beamed the moment I stepped out from the car, parked right outside a fancy boutique.
Only elites of society shopped here.
In my past life, when I saw the wedding dress I got from Veil—the name of the brand—I was too stunned to speak.
So grateful and touched, I burst into tears because I thought Janova cared.
Now it was no different, only this time he was accompanying me himself.
Today, without any memories of the past, what was going to happen today?
Janova’s hand was stretched out, those dark eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to reach his side.
I did, though my footsteps slowed for just a moment before I walked past him.
“Sovia!”
Janova groaned from behind, already trying to match my pace.
“Why are you acting this way?” I didn’t
