Addison’s POV - 18 months later
If you had asked me two and a half years ago when I was sneaking out of Max’s hotel room the morning after we met, where I expected to be right now. I doubt I would have said standing in front of a floor-length mirror in one of Roza and Lorenzo’s guest rooms dressed in a wedding dress, just minutes away from marrying the man of my dreams.
When Max first asked me to marry him, we had considered eloping, but the minute Roza heard, she pitched a fit. I’m not sure how she actually found out that woman had spies everywhere. She said she would disown both of us if she didn’t get a proper wedding. So we caved and allowed her to help plan a wedding on the condition that it was small and intimate. We decided to have it at their home in the Hamptons. The weather wa
