An Italian's Virgin Escort (IRS Book 1)

Chapter 40

The day when I would be marrying Mr. Giant and the day which reminds me of my failure.

I failed to get myself out of other people's clutches and today is the official mark of it.

"You look beautiful, ma'am. You are one of those rare brides who look beautiful in anything." The designer said zipping up my wedding gown and arranging the folds of the dress. My hair was already styled in long waves and few tresses are pulled back and banded in a clip loosely.

Beautiful/ I am. I agree I'm looking beautiful but there is this weird kind of uneasiness that is giving me a feeling that something is wrong. I brushed off that feeling thinking that it must be common for every bride.

Phoebe and Val are in another room getting ready and would be here anytime soon. Whatever Phoebe said yesterday, I thought about it the whole night and was unable to sleep throught at all. What she said did gave me a little reassurance but would time change for good for me?

What if I put a blinded hope on for good life after marriage and what if it turns out as bad as it is now?

Now that I am only half an hour away from being married, can I succumb to the hope that Phoebe showed me?

Do I want to let go of my freedom if I would be getting a peaceful life in the form of a marriage?

I am seriously so conflicted right now. On one hand I know I cannot get out from here and on the other hand I even want to believe that my life would get better this way.

I want to close my eyes and tel myself that I would be good, do good. I want assure myself with all the possibilities of getting my most deserved happiness. I want to put all my hope on Mr. Giant for giving me a better life and a reason to live with him.

I really want to. And somewhere deep inside, I already did.

I shook out of my thoughts when I heard a noise of something falling down. I was alone in the room and the designer went out for few minutes to bring my designer gloves.

I sighed and walked out of the room to see what that noise was. I looked a the long empty hallway and found a large flower pot on the floor.

Who threw the pot like this?

I looked around the hallway and saw a man walking towards the stairs. I wanted to go back in to my room thinking that he is a worker but there was something near the pot that caught my attention.

I picked the rectangular card and turned it to see what it is and was shock to see my picture which taken probably six or seven years ago.

What is this picture doing here? And who got such an old picture of mine?

I started feeling my heart pound wildly in fear and with shivering hands, I held my dress up and ran towards the man who was there a moment ago.

I ran down the stairs and finally found that man walking outside into the garden. I wanted to see his face but he was facing the other side. Once he was near the door, I finally saw his face in the mirror that was placed beside the door as decoration.

Wait...

I saw this man somewhere. Where did I see him?

There is something really familiar with his features, so rugged and dangerous. But where did I see him?

How does he have my old photograph?

I was going through all the memory line and was getting desperate to remember him.

Where? Where did you see him Sienna?

Umm...!

Wher-!

Hold on a second...!

My eyes suddenly bulged wide in fear and my hands shivered at the memory. My shivering hands went towards my mouth trying to cover the sob that I was trying to keep it inside.

Isn't he... Isn't this man 'him'?

What is he- doing here?

Oh my god! Why is this animal here?

I immediately wiped my tears flowing on my cheeks and walked towards the garden to see what he is doing here.

I walked carefully not wanting to show myself to him. My whole body was shivering in fear and tears are flowing nonstop.

After searching for a couple of minutes, I heard two voices coming from backside of the decorated stage so I walked slowly towards it.

I stood at the back of a large pillar and peeked to know what he is doing here. I can see his back and looks like he is talking to someone. I moved a little forward to see whom he is talking to.

"You cannot marry Ms. Miller, sir." He said suddenly and what shook my world was he was talking to Mr. Giant.

Why is this vile creature talking to Mr, Giant?

And why is he calling him sir?

"Are f**king nuts? What are you talking about?" Mr. Giant yelled in rage

"Sir... because – Because she is Noah Thomas's sister."

And his words brought a new wave of anxiety.

How is Mr. Giant related to this, to me and to my brother?

Omg! Please don't let my thoughts come true please.

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