CHAPTER 19

I knew I would be nervous, but not this nervous. My hands were trembling as I sat in front of the dressing table, watching my reflection in the grand, gold-framed mirror. My makeup was flawless, my dress a masterpiece of lace and satin, yet all I could focus on was the thundering of my own heart.

Today was the day. The big day.

I was going to exchange vows with Heinrich Volkov.

Even after all this time he was still him—intense, infuriating, unpredictable. But here I was, in a room dripping with luxury, preparing to marry him. The decision had been made long ago, and there was no turning back.

Outside, the world was waiting. My uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends were all here, dressed in the finest attire, mingling with powerful businessmen and politicians. Even people I barely recognized had been invited—people Heinrich insisted had to be here because, according to him, I had interacted with them at least once.