Wearing a backless maxi dress made of a satin liner beneath a mesh overhead, Gabriella appeared as a vision for a funeral in opposition to that of a wedding. Her hair had been pulled in braids by each temple until it was joined in the back by a stunning all-jewel flower rose that accented her dark curls beneath. She was forced to constantly push the few loose tendrils away from her face throughout the entire night as she had to ignore Mae’s constant questioning as to why she had forgiven Alec and decided to marry him. But as she crossed the threshold into the highrise restaurant overlooking the majority of the city, Gabriella stalled for a moment at the sight of Maximus across the room raising a glass as she entered.
“Who is that?” Mae questioned as she was completely unaware of how this
