Nicole pressed her lips, her mind involuntarily conjuring the scene of Jose Floyd reaching out to her, "Nicole, give me your hand."
Nicole tightened her hands in her own palms, her gaze filled with complex emotions. Looking at these beautiful, white wedding dresses, she suddenly felt they were so out of reach.
She gave a bitter smile, but at that moment she noticed in the reflection of the window glass that not far behind her, two people were sneakily glancing in her direction.
Being stalked—!
She was caught up in her thoughts earlier, which made her careless. She didn't expect to be followed!
She didn't know many people in Italy, so how could she be stalked?!
Nicole's gaze turned cold, and she walked with an unaffected pace in her high heels.
Her steps were leisurely and quite relaxed. A car was parked ahead, and Nicole stopped, seeing the two sneaky men also halting in the car's rearview mirror.
It was confirmed that these two men were following her!
