TAMARA
The wedding preparations continued, and as the day of my wedding to Silas drew closer, I found myself becoming more and more reluctant to do anything related to it.
“This gown suits you best, sweetheart.”
I immediately brushed Silas’s hand away when he placed it around my waist.
If I let him touch me again, I was sure his hand would eventually wander upward until it reached beneath my chest. I was never comfortable with the way he touched me, especially because it always reminded me of what he had tried to do to me before.
He seemed to notice that I didn’t want him touching me. Although he looked irritated, he couldn’t do anything about it with the wedding planner hired by his family standing right there.
Even when it came to choosing my wedding gown, I simply picked one witho
