Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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6 months later... I miss Karlie.
I know it's only been 12 hours since I last saw her but it's hard being away from someone when you're always around them.
She told Logan it was bad luck to spend the night before the wedding together and Logan took that to heart and made it his mission to forbid me to see her until the wedding.
It feels like it's been forever since I've heard her laugh or seen her smile. I miss her dumb jokes and I miss her following me around. I didn't even get to say good morning to her because she's been busy preparing for our wedding.
It's a strange thought that I'm getting married in nearly an hour. I've always kind of thought that I'd be too focused on my work to even try to entertain the idea of it.
"You're acting like she's dead." Kane says, putting his phone into his pocket. Kane and I have been on the phone this morning, making sure that our security is secure and everything is going as planned. Thankfully, people have decided to cooperate today.
"Shut the fuck up. Have you talked to Logan?" I say, taking a step away from the window I was looking out of.
"Yes, like an hour ago. Karlie is fine, she's actually pretty chill about today." Kane says before he starts to get the suits out.
I nod.
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"Can you calm down? You're going to burn a hole into their carpet!" Logan shouts.
"Shit, sorry. I'm just nervous." I say, plopping down in the chair.
What if I trip and fall? What if someone objects? Jaxon better have not invited crazy people to our wedding, it'd be a shame for him to accidentally fall down some stairs in his wedding night.
"You've modeled for four years, Karlie. You're not going to fall." Logan says, rolling his eyes before patting the spot beside him.
"How is everyone?" I ask, trying to distract my mind.
