𝗖𝗮𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘃 𖧷
The wedding looked like something out of a luxury magazine. Crystal chandeliers reflected soft golden lights across the enormous ballroom, while violin music echoed quietly beneath the conversations of wealthy guests dressed in designer black and gold. Tables decorated with white roses, champagne towers, and silver candle holders filled the hall with suffocating elegance. Everything was beautiful. Expensive. Perfect. And Rosalie felt miserable. Sitting beside Caesar Ivanov at the center table, she looked like a doll placed there for display rather than a bride. Her white silk dress dragged softly against the marble floor, diamonds glittering around her neck like chains. She smiled politely whenever guests approached, but her hands remained cold in her lap. This marriage was never about love. It was an agreement between two powerful families — a business arrangement tied to inheritance, influence, and money. A perfect union on paper. Caesar barely looked at her the entire evening.
About 𝗖𝗮𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘃 𖧷
The wedding looked like something out of a luxury magazine. Crystal chandeliers reflected soft golden lights across the enormous ballroom, while violin music echoed quietly beneath the conversations of wealthy guests dressed in designer black and gold. Tables decorated with white roses, champagne towers, and silver candle holders filled the hall...Read more