Anya’s P.O.V. It was a hell of week. Constant shopping, trials for bridal gowns, renovation in Sylvester room as we were going to share after marriage, everything was exhausting. It was my wedding. I must be happy but I was not. I was going to marry Mr. Sylvester Blake. He took a good care of me from the very first day as he promised but still I was not happy. I was sitting here in the room where, soon some people would come and prepare me for my wedding. They would decorate me…. Yes…. Decorate me for this beautiful day. For last 1 week, our marriage and merger of my company with Blake’s was all over in the news. There were lots of paparazzi outside the banquet hall where this ceremony would take place to catch what ever the glimpse they could catch. I was staring in the blank. My