Then she found the dress. It hung inside the closet, simple and breathtaking. No dramatic train. No ridiculous beads. No heavy fabric. Just a clean, elegant white dress that looked soft enough to breathe in, beautiful enough to make her chest ache.
Pinned to it was a tag.
Wear this. 9am tomorrow.
Vee smiled then laughed then sobbed. Then all at the same time. She had given up choosing one emotion. She lifted her hand, fingers trembling as she twisted the engagement ring on her finger.
Stupid, stupid Luca.
Of course he would decide that in the middle of whatever madness was currently circling them, the logical next step was marriage.
Typical idiot.
Her idiot.
Her terrifying, damaged, impossible man.
