Danielle
“Wait,” I throw my hands in front of my face, taking a deep breath as he freezes, grinning up at me.
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” I repeat panically, feeling like I can’t breathe. “What are you doing?”
Giovanni lifts his brow, glaring at me. “What does it look like, Danielle?”
“Is that the reason why you wanted to see my dress?” I ask, my entire body shaking. “But why?”
He sighs, letting his arm slump. “I knew that it wasn’t the right timing. I’ll just get up.”
“No, no, no!” I shout, making him look at me with furrowed brows. I lean down, putting my hands onto his shoulders.
We stare at each other for a split second, my mouth turning dry as I finally push myself up again. I cross my arms, laying my hands flatly on my chest as I calm my racing heartbeat. “Okay… I’m ready.”
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