Adrian’s POV.
The wedding day came too soon. I could barely sleep, my head spinning with thoughts I didn’t want to face.
My body felt heavy like I’d been dragging myself through the hours, and now it was here.
Makeover teams started pouring in early. The penthouse looked different—flowers, ribbons, decorations—everything ready for this... wedding.
I stood there, letting them dress me up like a puppet. I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. The suit, the slicked-back hair. It wasn’t me.
Then Vera walked in, a smug smile on her face. She looked at me like she had already won.
“Less than six hours,” she said, spinning in her dress, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And we’ll be married.”
I didn’t respond. What was there to say? My jaw clenched tight. She came closer, fixi
