Page 86 of Plunge into Obsession

She raised her eyebrows questioningly. “Mr. Cadorna had addressed you as such.”

I blinked. How like the possessive bastard I’d known him to be, giving me his name before I even said my vow. I had doubted he would have given me the option to keep my name. That was confirmed now.

“It’s not Cadorna… yet.”

She nodded, though I got a feeling from the look in her eyes that she didn’t think too much of me.

I licked my lips and wished I had a bottle of water with me.

I couldn’t even remember the last time I had some water, and the breakfast Elena had made me, although delicious, was hard to hold down.

I blinked and looked back at Chloe.

She handed me a binder. “Right, well, here is a list of options approved by Mr. Cadorna. All you have to do is go through it and pick which options you would like at the wedding ceremony.”

I looked down at the fat binder filled with floral options, food, cake, and even tablecloth colors before turning back to the expectant look on Chloe’s face.

Even when I had a choice, they were choices approved by Gabriel first.

I wondered if this was how it would be for the rest of my life.

Would I have no say in the raising of my child?

This… baby still didn’t feel real to me.

I didn’t feel pregnant, aside from some pregnancy symptoms, but those were easy to disregard when I didn’t actually appear pregnant.

“Why don’t I take this for the night, and I will email you the answers later?” I said.

Chloe nodded tightly. “Please keep in mind that we were only given a week to plan this.”

“It’s going to be a small wedding, and I’m not picky.”

“Right.”

She stood. I took in her tall, thin frame.

The thought that she should have been the one marrying Gabriel came back to mind.

She was like the female equivalent of him.

“If this is all,” she said. “I will take my leave.”

She didn’t wait for me to say anything before she walked out the door.

I would have thought it was rude if my attention wasn’t being pulled toward Marco, a designer for the dress and the man responsible for building me a personal wardrobe.

I held in a small groan when he came toward me with a tablet in hand.

Three long hours later, I was waxed, groomed, plucked, shaved, and I was expecting an entire wardrobe that would last me the entire year to arrive in a few days.

I didn’t look or feel like myself.

I looked like someone who didn’t belong to me, but not like someone who belonged to Gabriel, either.

He was trying to change me into someone I wasn’t. If he had found me lacking in the first place, he should have focused his attention on some other woman.

I was so exhausted.

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