Bianca
For a moment, I thought Isaac might just walk away without answering.
But then he turned, slowly, his blue eyes flicking over me. They lingered on my dress, on the expensive jewels around my throat, on my hair, on the delicate veil. He shouldn’t be seeing me now—it was bad luck for a groom to see his bride in her gown before the wedding, right?
But then again, I supposed this wasn’t a normal wedding. I wasn’t really a bride. He wasn’t really a groom. And right now, I was pretty certain neither of us liked the other very much.
“My problem?” He let out a humorless laugh. “I don’t have a problem, Bianca. I’m just fulfilling my end of our arrangement.”
“Bullshit,” I spat, clutching the full skirt of my wedding dress with one hand so tightly that I worried my nails m
