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𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑨
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"Smart fucking girl."
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"It's not too horrible," Nora said. I gazed in the mirror at myself in a white mermaid bridal dress.
"I look like a condom," I said as Vincent snorted, then cleared his throat.
"OK, this isn't working." As I fumble to unzip the dress, Nora sighs. "You tried practically every dress in the store and none of them satisfied you."
"It's simply demotivating. I'm squandering a dress on someone I don't even care about. I really don't want to marry him or anyone else." I sat next to Nora, my face annoyed. I'm getting married to Luca in less than a month, and it's been causing me stress.
"How about I design a dress for you?" She recommended, and for once, my mood improved.
"Would you?"
"I'll do anything for you, Asteria." I grinned and drew her into a hug.
"Ugh, Nora, I'm in love with you."
She laughs. "I know." I escaped Nora's clutches and focused my attention on Christian. I felt awful for making him come shopping with us because he despises it, but I couldn't care less.
"What's the matter?" I ask him, still struggling to unzip my dress in front of him.
"Nothing." He stood up and motioned for me to turn around to help me in unzipping my dress, which I did.
"You've been kinda off these days."
"I just don't like that guy."
"Is not like I like him either." He successfully unzipped my dress and I turn around to face him.
"You don't need to be concerned. There's nothing between me and Luca, and I'm not going to fall in love with someone like him." For some reason, shame rushed over me after what happened last night with Luca. It's a good thing nothing else happened.
"Promise me that if you need help or are uncomfortable with him, you will contact me. Okay?" He grabbed my face with both hands on my cheeks.
"I promise." I nod and he pressed a kiss on my forehead.
"I'm sorry to interrupt that little moment but I and Asteria need to go to the mall." Nora interrupted us separating us apart. "So you hurry your ass and go change."
"Absolutely not," Vincent said sitting up. I hated when he was doing his job.
