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~Belinda's POV
It was finally the day. I was supposed to be the one Damon looked at that way. I was supposed to be the one he stood beside, whispering love words to. Yet here I was, forced to smile like everything was fine, while inside me, fire burned hot.
Tonight was my night. My coronation. The day I had planned and fought for. If I let Damon's foolishness distract me, everything I had built would crumble before my eyes. No—I couldn't let that happen. I was so gorgeous as my designers and hairdresser exceeded my expectations.
I sat in front of my mirror, fingers tapping against the edge of the wooden table. The reflection staring back at me wasn't calm. My eyes were sharp, restless. My lips pressed into a thin line.
