FIORELLA’S POV
My stomach had been in knots since the moment I woke up.
As my maid fussed over my appearance, I stared at my reflection and tried to convince myself not to run.
The wedding gown was a masterpiece of ivory silk and hand-sewn lace.
Tiny diamonds glittered across the bodice and sleeves, catching the light whenever I moved. It looked like something straight out of a fairytale.
Which was ironic.
Fairytales usually ended with the prince saving the girl, not becoming the reason she wanted to run.
There was nothing fairytale-like about marrying Rhys.
“You’re so beautiful,” Victoria said with a warm smile as she took in my appearance. “Don’t you guys agree?”
Mariah and Giulia nodded in agreement.
I returned the smile. “Thank you.”
Before meeting Victoria, I had expected
