ANSHEL’S POV
I dash down the stairs, rage pulsing through my veins, my Italian leather shoes barely making a sound. There was no ways she was thinking of backing down and out of the wedding
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ANSHEL’S POV
I dash down the stairs, rage pulsing through my veins, my Italian leather shoes barely making a sound. There was no ways she was thinking of backing down and out of the wedding