I whirled around, hoping that the voice I heard didn't belong to Dahlia. But of course, that was not to be. Dahlia was standing in front of me in a casual T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was already done in an elegant chignon, and the bridal makeup made her face look sweet and delicate, every inch a blushing bride.
What a scam. Everyone here knew her true character, but that didn't stop me from noticing the way Milo's eyes focused on her before he reluctantly tore his face away, his throat bobbing with unsaid words.
Even without a wedding dress on, Milo was already affected by her presence in a way Damon never was.
Of course, Dahlia didn't spare Milo anything more than a contemptuous glance. It was incredible how blind Dahlia was.