Chapter 67: Eyes On The Mirror

An hour later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at a stranger. The emerald green dress hugged me in all the right places, the daring neckline daring gravity to humiliate me before the wedding even began. My face was a mask of glamor. Makeup flawless, lashes long, lips coated in bright red. I looked different. Too polished. Too put together. Not me. I tugged at the neckline nervously, muttering about nip slips when I caught it—his scent. That sharp, intoxicating cologne that always gave him away before his touch did. Then I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into the solid heat of his body. His nose buried in my hair, his breath fanning my ear. “You look absolutely breathtaking, my love,” Roman murmured, spinning me gently to face him. My fists clenched at my sides, the reminder of everything he’d done this morning flaring up again. He had threatened me to get ready. Fought for the wedding to happen. Practically betrayed me thirty times this morning a