CHAPTER 208 Commotion

*Sloane*

The clock on the antique vanity ticked softly, its delicate hands inching toward three o’clock. The air in the upstairs suite of Dorian’s sprawling estate was thick with the scent of flowers and anticipation. I stood before a floor-length mirror, smoothing the ivory lace of my wedding gown, its intricate patterns catching the golden afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. My h