Chapter 67 Wedding Ceremony

Tanya'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 curves and cups my breasts nicely. "Do I- do I look okay?" I can't help but ask. Marco physically takes a step back, taking in all the fine details of my gown, before returning to gaze into my eyes. "I think you look beautiful," I can't help the light flush that I feel rise upon my cheeks in reaction to his words. However, I still wonder if something is on his mind, and Marco seems somewhat preoccupied with his thoughts. Despite my assumption, a second later whatever I thought I saw in his expression disappears entirely, and Marco returns to look at me with a neutral