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Forty eight

Belle's POV

The wedding day had arrived.

My wedding day as they said it was. Instead of excitement, all I felt was a gnawing sense of fear that I couldn’t shake off. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, matching the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. I sat alone in the plush hotel suite, the beautiful surroundings doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. The ceremony was set to take place downstairs, in one of the grand ballrooms, and I knew that everyone was already bustling about, getting ready for the big event.

But I wasn’t ready. Not at all.

Kamille and Amanda had been trying to get my attention for the past half hour, knocking on the door, calling my name, even sending messages that popped up on my phone screen, telling me the makeup artists were here and that everyone was waiting for me. But I couldn’t move. My gut twisted with anxiety, a deep, primal instinct telling me that something was very wrong, that Zane had been right all along. If I walked down that aisle to
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