Marcelina's POV
I walked inside feeling like I was walking toward my own execution. Behind me, Corey slipped in quietly and gave me an encouraging look that didn't help at all.
"Please join hands." The judge said as she finished a short speech about legal union and responsibilities.
I barely heard any of it because my mind felt numb. Every word felt distant, like someone else was hearing them. And now, my stomach churned at the thought of making physical contact with Mr. Vitali.
As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he held out his hand.
My brain screamed at me to refuse, to yank my hand back, to run—anything to avoid touching him. But my hand moved before I could think, like it had a will of its own. Slowly, cautiously, I placed my fingers against his.
His grip was warm, firm
