was packed. Crystal chandeliers glittered. Socialites in designer gowns whispered behind designer fans. Reporters and cameramen lined the aisles. Julian had turned my humiliation into the event of the season.
I walked down the long aisle in a simple white dress—no veil, no diamonds, just tears. People pointed and laughed openly.
“Look at the princess now!”
“She actually agreed to this?”
At the altar stood my groom.
Lando.
He was hunched over, trembling, wearing a suit that looked like it had been dragged through every alley in the city. The
