Sienna
Three days later they made me his wife in a room with no flowers and no music.
Just Dante, two of his men, a bored-looking lawyer, and my sister Claire standing in the corner with her arms wrapped around herself.
She looked smaller than usual. I hadn’t been allowed to speak to her alone since the night I signed.
The lawyer read the terms out loud like he was reciting a grocery list. Dante stood beside me in a black suit, expression blank. When it was my turn to say the words, my mouth felt full of sand.
“I do.”
His voice came right after, low and steady.
“I do.”
No kisses. No ring beyond the simple band he slid onto my finger like it was just another signature.
The lawyer packed up his papers. Claire stepped forward once, eyes wet, and I pulled her into a quick hug before
