Mundo ficciónIniciar sesiónTanya’s POV
My skin can’t help but tingle to Marco’s touch, and I wonder why Marco chooses to brush my hair away from my neck. Was there something wrong with it?
“Were you able to get it?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s zipped up,” he replies, and upon feeling the dress is now secured, I turn round to face him. It feels strange to be in the wedding gown, and I try to hide the insecurity from the dress that shows off my small cu