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I couldn't continue. I was shocked that that guy thought he could get his hands on me without me being able to react.

"Are you OK?" he asked approaching me and taking my face in his hands so that I could look at him.

"No," I moaned. "He was an important client and now surely..."

"I don't give a damn about the client. Did he do something to you? Are you OK?"

"He didn't do anything to me. You came in time."

"I would have killed him if I hadn't arrived in time. What kind of man attacks a woman who rejects him?! I'll make sure that guy never sets foot in here again. And don't worry about the client. They will find out what kind of person they sent. If they prefer to defend him, it will be their problem."

"But he's an important client, Damian!" I insisted.

"I told you I don’t care. Right now I'm only interested in how you feel."

I didn't have an answer to give him. At that moment I just wanted to hug him and thank God for letting Damian come into my life that day outside the elevator.

I didn't give a damn about the planner, the lists, the schedules, the company, my job, and the whole world. I was only thinking about one thing: I was in love with that man.

I hugged Damian tightly, I needed to feel that at least he was real, that what he had just said was not a fiction but what he really felt at that moment. The way he hugged me comforted me. Even more so when I felt his lips on my head, as if he wanted to calm me down and make me understand that he would be there to take care of me, protect me, be by my side all my life.

"I don't want it to end. It can't end," I told myself as I slowly moved away from him. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled.

"My mother is expecting us, but we can postpone it if you prefer to go home," he said, opening the door to get out of that cramped room.

"No," I replied. "I prefer to get distracted and not think about what happened."

"Okay, as you like. There is nothing you need to worry about. I'll personally make sure you never find that guy in your way again."

I had no idea how he would do it, but I had no doubt that he would succeed. Maybe he would send him to Australia, Canada or Timbuktu.

Once we arrived at the venue, I fell in love with that place. From the photographs it looked enchanting and in reality it was beyond any description. It was a crystal palace. The hall was huge with high vaulted ceilings. Getting married there would have been like getting married in a paradise within the reach of few mortals. I imagined the majesty of that hall full of guests, tables scattered around the room, all adorned with white magnolias...

"You like it, don’t you?" Damian asked smiling. "Tell the truth, you are astonished."

"I am," I said. "I don't think there's a better place than this in the whole city."

"Mom!" Damian shouted to draw Elisabeth's and the manager's attention who were far from us.

"Yes, dear?" her mother answered gently.

"We want this place. Maria has chosen it, and I also want what she wants."

Where did this creature come from?

"Great! Now we can prepare the invitations!" Elisabeth exclaimed enthusiastically.

Oh God ... Oh God! It will be really difficult when everything falls apart.

"There's still time, there's no rush, right?" I said feeling a little under pressure.

"The sooner they are ready, the better, my dear. So the guests are able to get organized. Also, it will take some time to deliver some invitations in person," Elisabeth replied.

Damian said nothing. He provided some information to the manager and paid a deposit to confirm our choice. I was stunned when I saw him hand over a check with a four-digit down-payment.

Back home the only question I wanted to ask him was "Don't you think we're going too far?" but for some reason I was unable to tell him that. Perhaps because of fear that that question would put an end to everything or because deep down I didn't want to know the answer.

"Do you want to order something for dinner?" he asked once we came back home.

"It’s an excellent idea. I just want to take a shower first," I said with a conspiratorial smile.

"You know," he said, slowly approaching me and tucking my hair behind my ears, "I could get used to all this easily. And you?" he whispered before gently brushing my lips.

"Me too," I admitted, turning around so that he couldn't see the expression in my eyes. "I could get used to it so badly".

I let the water wash away all the tension built up during the day. Too many things had happened in such a short time: Steven's attack, the choice of the venue, Damian's words. Once everything was over, I would need a vacation, a long vacation, away from everything and everyone in order to overcome that whirlwind of emotions.

Chapter XXI

The days passed too quickly to be able to savor them fully as I would have liked. I understood for the first time what it felt like to truly enjoy the moment and the presence of someone you cannot do without. I couldn't accept that a week had already passed and only one week was left. After that everything would fly away like leaves in the wind.

"Good morning, honey," Damian whispered in my ear. I smiled. The fact that he woke me up like this every morning didn't help me in trying not to fall madly in love with