Chapter 47 - 51
Avara POV
After going through a rigorous beauty regimen: pampering, facials, manicure and pedicure, also undergoing a new skin-care routine with organic creams and scented oils. I’m back in my bedroom, back at the estate with my dress for tonight, currently worn by a mannequin. I have a team of stylists to prepare me; makeup and hair. They argue around me, debating what colors go best with what accessories to use, whilst I sit still like a good little doll.
Luciano comes into the room, eyes flaring at the chaotic sight.
"I pity you for the actual day of your fake wedding."
I smile at him through the mirror of the vanity table.
"How are things on your end?"
He dodges a petite woman who darts past him like a bullet.
"Designer suit. Nice and simple."
My shoulders slump. "I envy you." I wince, one of them pulling at my hair. "How are the Vacherons?"
"Colton is still pissed," he says with a self-satisfied laugh. "You should’ve seen it. When you were at the spa. Colton chucked them both into the infinity pool. He was still lashing out at them even now... not going to lie. It made me feel a lot better."
I chaff at that. "Nice to know their suffering gives you comfort."
"Oh, it does," he says unapologetically.