MARIA'S POV
The soft music played in the background as we stood silent at the heart of the hall. The guests, their faces lighting up as Connor and I danced to the slow-paced music. The practice did help me maintain my composure, but it still didn’t stop me from trembling under his touch.
Staring at him in front of me, holding my hand, and his other hand holding on to my waist all seemed like something out of a fairytale.
My heart was throbbing in my chest, but I tried hard not to make it obvious that I felt out of place in the presence of my husband-to-be. Connor’s face was so cold, and it seemed like his mind was a mess. From the way he moved, it seemed his mind was somewhere else; it went beyond the fact that he would rather be having this dance with Sophia than me.
Yes, he hated me
