Chapter 4: Husband and Wife. "You look gorgeous." Maria held my face. "Careful, you'll smudge my make-up." I cautioned her. "Of course." She withdrew her hands. "If you don't want to do this, let me know. Even if Maria said something-" "I want to do this, father," I told Rafaelle and he sighed. Perhaps he wanted a child so badly that he treated me like his own. He was willing to kill Dante for me, but I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to do it myself. I should've allowed him to, maybe then I wouldn't have to marry his son. I looked at myself, my brown locs were braided neatly, not a single strand left astray across my face. My heavy wedding gown restricting me from moving freely. I wanted nothing than for it to be ripped off me. It was like a snow white like wedding gown. Dante was the witch who fed me an apple and I was marrying his son and not a prince, or maybe I was Elsa, would fit, but I wanted to burn Dante, not to freeze him. Anyway, I was certainly no princess ge
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