Chapter 380 Bride Of His Vengeance Ch3

• Lenore’s POV
• The veil was heavier than it looked. Or maybe it was just me.
• Every step down the aisle felt weighted with expectation, with the pressure of dozens of eyes tracking my every move. Silk brushed against my ankles, the gown Cesare had chosen for me fitting like a cage disguised as beauty. Its long sleeves and high neckline were perfect for hiding bruises, but no fabric could hide the truth.