The great grandmother’s veil passed from generation to generation in the Miller family. The perfect makeup done by the best professional in the city. All for a man who only wanted her money. Valentina breathed deep and dried the tears that were starting to fall. No, she would not collapse. She would not give Alexander Sterling the pleasure.
If he wanted to play dirty, she also knew how to do it. The cell phone vibrated. a message from her younger sister. Val, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you. Valentina responded. I’m coming, Sophia. She kept the phone, adjusted the veil and the bouquet. She smiled at the mirror, rehearsing the expression she would use from now on.
Did Alexander want a passionate and naive bride? That was exactly what he would have. But his revenge would be something he never imagined. Valentina came out of the sacry and walked through the hallway of the church. The guests turned to admire her. Whispers of approval filled theenvironment. She greeted and smiled, interpreting to perfection the role of the radiant bride.