The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

Ellie POV

Sarah keeps stabbing pins into my scalp like she’s ‘on a mission from the gods.

“Hold still,” she mutters around the bobby pin in her mouth.

“I am holding still.”

“You’re vibrating.”

I probably am.

It’s my wedding day.

Which is normally dramatic, but I never planned to be in this chair ever again.

I stare at myself in the mirror while she twists the last section into place. Before, it was a maid. This time it’s Sarah, she was doing a better job too. The dress is on. The lace sleeves hug my arms. Before was some frilly mess. Now, my mother’s dress. Altered to fit me, but still hers.

The one part of this show that is mine.

Which is nice.

But as I stare at a face that looks something like my own, I can’t stop thinking about the dressing room.

Dominic’s hand braced on my bare back. Why did that feel so…

My lips pursed.

I don’t have some back fetish. That would be weird…but why did like when he traced my spine, it melted-

It took everything in me not to shake my head and ruin Sarah’s hard work.

No. Delete.

Still today was our wedding day. That would be tonight… would that mean…

Too many thoughts. Shut UP.

It’s just a fake marriage. After this, I need…to find a way out.

“Wow,” Sarah says softly.

I blink, pulled from my messed thought. “What?”

She leans closer, brushing a thumb gently at my neck. “We’re going to need concealer.”

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I glance down at my reflection and there it is. Faint but unmistakable. A mark at the curve of my neck above my collar bone, half hidden beneath lace.

Heat crawls up my face. “Shit.”

“You two are not subtle,” she teases.

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“H-wasn’t “I stop. I don’t even know how to finish that sentence.

I press my temples.

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Back at this damn wedding. I knew the flower arrangements, where each person will be sitting. Everything.

I don’t know if I’m protecting myself or sabotaging something before it can hurt me. I don’t know if I should go up, down, left, or right.

Gods.

Sarah dabs concealer over the mark with careful fingers. “Wedding jitters happen whether you’re madly in love or strategically married. You’re allowed to be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You are absolutely nervous.”

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“No, I’m scared.” I sigh. “But this gets my mom out. That’s the point.”

She leans down so our eyes meet in the mirror. “You’re allowed to want more than survival, Ellie.”

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