Chapter 7 ✮⋆˙ 7 ˙⋆✮

My face stared back at me from Knox Maddox’s phone.

Not the face from the bridal suite mirror. Not the pale, trapped bride with pearls at her throat and terror folded under silk. This face had been taken from an engagement photo where Nico’s hand rested on my waist and my smile looked soft enough t...