Natasha Astrid’s POV
I was wearing a high-waisted skirt that fell to my knees. It had a slit on the right side of my leg and a white knitted tank top. My black blazer was on my shoulder because I was holding my small pouch. I was also wearing three-inch high heels at that moment.
“Good evening, Miss Astrid. Mr. Siciliano is waiting for you. This way, ma'am.”
He pointed the way to me, so I immediately nodded. I looked down and saw the red petals scattered on the floor. I followed the petals while there was soft music that was pleasant to the ears.
The light was dim, spacious, and peaceful, and we had complete privacy there.
“You always know how to look beautiful without noticing it.”
I looked up and stopped walking. I smiled at my fiancé. He was wearing a button-down polo shirt with t
