Chapter 11

Lucia’s POV

In a matter of three days, everything was ready for my big day. I don’t know how my Angela did it.

But here I am, standing in front of the mirror.

“I’m so happy for you.” Ava said, hugging me.

“I can’t believe I’m about to marry Lucio,” I replied, turning around to face her.

“You are so lucky!” Ava gushed. “Every girl would kill to be able to marry him.”

“Trust me, I’m still thinking I’m going to wake up any minute and find out it was just a dream,” I confessed.

A dream that someday I will get married. Even though I don’t love Lucio. He has been making efforts so that we can get close.

“Oh, honey, you look gorgeous,” Angela complimented as she entered the room.

“Thanks, Angela,” I answered with a smile.

Dad walked in and hugged me.

“My little girl is getting married,” he cried out, making my eyes tear up because it was his fault in the first place that I was here. He doesn’t have to be such a hypocrite.