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❝Alessandro Ricci, do you take Katrina Ivanov to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?...❞ I blurred out the rest of the nonsense that escaped the priest's lips, focusing on burning the man, my soon to be lawfully wedded husband with my deadly gaze, keeping him rooted to the spot; letting him know he was now ruined, crushed. ❝I do❞, The two words escaped his lips easier than I thought they would and he smirked back at me, matching my devilish expression. ❝Katrina Ivanov, do you take Alessandro Ricci to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love- ❞ ❝I do,❞ I cut off the oblivious man standing in his robes, rolling my eyes at the priest impatiently. I was so ready to get over with this unnecessary ceremony, to move along and continue on with my life rather than standing in front of a crowd of old snobs looking like a puffy swan in this stupid constricting and inconvenient dress that Alessandro wanted to peel off my body by the way he was looking me up and down; that probably being the only thing we both could agree on so far. *** We both were Perfect Pretenders, pretending to be lovers, pretending to be companions, pretending to be civil, pretending that we didn't want to strangle one another, pretending that we didn't hate each other. copyright MissChanandlerBong- © 2018
introduction + prologue
