FALLON
I hardly slept a wink last night, dreading what would unfold today. The sheer white curtains flutter as I peer down at the garden below, where men in black suits scurry to align rows of chairs with military precision. My heart hammers against my rib cage, knowing what I’m about to do. Part of me feels like having an actual wedding is to taunt me. If he wants me to be his, why didn’t Leone just force me to sign a piece of paper?
“Stay still,” Milo commands softly, his fingers deftly working the tiny buttons up the back of my dress. The silk clings to my skin like it’s trying to suffocate me. I don’t dare move, not when the slightest twitch could be mistaken for defiance, and I know too well the consequences of crossing Leone, and I’d hate to know what the consequences of ruining t
