“And how come everyone gets to have a wedding, and I only got a five-minute ceremony at the city hall?”
Drago braces his hands on the doorframe on either side of me and leans in close to my face. “Because those people are marrying for love. And you married for money, didn’t you?”
I force a smile. “I did.”
He dips his head even more, our mouths are almost touching. There’s that analyzing look in his eyes again, like he’s trying to figure me out.
“There’s your answer,” he says. “Get dressed. You have fifteen minutes.”
I watch his broad back as he exits the room. Once he’s gone, I turn around and stomp to the closet to rummage through the mess of clothes I stuffed inside when I unpacked. The space is rather large, but I have way too much stuff. One tear escapes my eye, and I quickly
