Ally’s POV
Madame Toile took my measurements and wrote them down. It was kind of unnecessary since she already had them from the last time, but to be the part we had to play the part.
“Who is the lucky man you are marrying?” she asked. “Is he a good man? I am sorry I don’t mean to pry.” she smiled apologetically even though she already knew.
“No, no it is fine,” I assured her. “He is a good man yes. At first, I wasn’t very fond of the idea of marrying someone I just met. Especially not someone like him. But as the days went by, I slowly began to notice the good in him. His kind heart. His protectiveness. His generosity. His love,” I said with a chuckle.
And I wasn’t lying. Everything I said was the absolute truth. And madame Toile knew that. It wasn’t Dominic that I talked about.
