Gabriella had worn many clothes in her life; but none had felt as suffocating as this wedding dress. Although the fabric had been concocted of a shimmering satin that caught the light from all angles and appeared as if it was illuminated, she would have prefered to be in a body bag as opposed to this. For it wasn’t the stunning dress that fit perfectly on her frame that made her on edge-but knowing that when she would remove it, she would be a married woman to a man she knew she could never love; not the way she loved Maximus.
But the tears for losing Maximus dried quickly as a knock came onto her door; about ten minutes before she was expected to walk down the long aisle and join in holy matrimony with someone she didn’t love. She told herself she would simply picture Maximus in his pla
