I stood before the mirror, giving the final touches to my dress, smoothing a wrinkle that wasn't even there. My reflection stared back at me too composed, too calm almost like she wasn't the same woman who nearly collapsed from a panic attack just the day before.
It was finally time to return to Italy.
And I swore to myself…
This would be the last time I ever set foot in this country.
If I stayed any longer, my fears might become reality and he might find out.
And I couldn't afford that
I reached for my handbag, drawing in a steady breath. Nix had already instructed the maids to pack both my things and Nyxella's earlier that morning his efficiency always felt like a double-edged sword.
