CAMILLA’S POV***
I reach out and gently touch his shoulders, my fingertips gently gliding through the fabric of his suit.
His muscles tense under my touch, and his eyes narrow in confusion and curiosity.
"Who the hell are you?" he asks, his voice laced with both surprise and suspicion.
Taken aback by his harsh response, I realize that my intrusion might have been unwelcome.
But something within me refuses to retreat. My heart aches for him, and I yearn to offer a little solace.
I chuckle slightly. "Well, the bride of this wedding you're attending, obviously." I say sarcastically
Surprise flickers on his face, his brows furrowing as his eyes roam over my wedding dress, taking in the delicate lace and shimmering beads.
He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then he closes it,
