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My butterflies go crazy to the point I feel nauseous. I put my hand over my stomach.

Mila pouts. "Aw, don't be like that. This is your big day."

Renzo adds, "This is the day every girl dreams about her entire life!"

My heart races so fast I think it's going to explode.

They're crazy.

This entire situation is fucked-up.

There's no way I'm getting married.

Mila grins, chirping, "The truth is right around the corner."

Get out of here,I tell myself, but once again, I'm unable to make myself leave.

I let them help me into the corset. There's luxurious boning all around it, pushing up my cleavage. It tapers to my waist, then stops before a detailed see-through lace floral design barely covers my pussy. The back is just as transparent as the front, and the bottom of my ass cheeks peek out from under the delicate lace.

Renzo and Mila fuss over me and then she attaches an elegant train at each side of my waist. It falls several feet behind me, and Renzo pulls it out.

They guide me in front of the floor-length mirror.

Renzo whistles.

Mila claps. "The perfect bride."

"Almost. Don't forget her veil," Renzo says.

"Oh, duh," Mila says, grabbing a tiara with lace attached. She secures it at the back of my head.

I stare at myself in the mirror. My makeup is flawless, and I look moreexquisite than ever. I'm in an outfit that should only be worn in the bedroom, yet it has a train, as if it's an actual wedding gown.

My cheeks heat at first, but then something strange happens.

The more I stare, the calmer I get, and I don't understand why.

"Ah, there it is," Renzo coos, pointing at my reflection.

"What?" I question.

Mila slides her arm around my shoulders and gives me a small hug. "You've accepted it. You really are ready."

I gape at them and then at myself.

Have I accepted this?

Another shot of panic shoots through me, and I shake my head.

Mila puts her head right next to mine. "Don't do that. You're too close to the truth."

I freeze.

Renzo cocks his elbow and holds out his arm for me. He gives me a fatherly smile and declares, "It's time to take your seat at the table. Let's go,il fiore."

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