The wedding
Anna
The air is chilly, I look beside me, Emma stands proud with an alluring smile plastering her face. She looks happier than the bride herself. I look through the window of my hotel room, cars lining up at the entrance, hefty bodyguards everywhere and all this is happening because of me. Somehow, I was able to convince the Conti family to opt for a private wedding instead and the media is not allowed to share photos of me to the public.
It's a family themed wedding.
"Aaah!" Emma exhales and places her hand on my shoulder, she turns to face me and shakes her head as she sips from her cup. "You really are something, girl. You should be proud you finally pulled this off. Anna Rossell, the fake Heiress, finally marries the man of her dreams."
"Whatever!" I scoff and walk
