Viella's POV
I tried calming my mind as I freshened up, the cold water hit my face. I stared into the mirror. My face looked different. The cheek fat was noticeably less.
Seems like the Original Viella really was a gym freak these past two days, I thought, touching my jawline. Who even has the willpower to lose weight in forty-eight hours?
I shook my head and dressed in a simple white shirt and black suit pants. I had zero desire to get dressed up, let alone attend my own pre-wedding function. A shiver ran down my spine just thinking about it.
What if Dante is back with his obsession? I can't handle a yandere on a good day. But even worse... what if he remembers me shooting Alina and just decides to murder me the moment he sees me?
I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a jagged breath. "Hah... what luck."
