The Bride

Chapter 082 Reese "Enzo..." I answered, eliciting an'aw'from the audience. "Of course, you're going to choose your husband-to-be," Steve remarked. Another photo appeared on the screen alongside Enzo's, and I gasped softly, wishing I wasn't caught in the camera. It was Marcus. The audience's volume increased, and I silently cursed, admiring the cunning of whoever had devised this plan, knowing it would send the show's ratings soaring instantly. "I'm certain Marcus won't harbor any hard feelings," I said with a wistful smile. "Enzo," I chose, my voice a notch softer and gentler than before, yet still audible to everyone in the studio. "Great job, Riley!" Steve exclaimed, oblivious to how the game had made me wish I could vanish from that place. The thought of facing Enzo again filled me with dread. I hoped he wouldn't see this episode when it aired, and the mere idea was enough to make me cringe with embarrassment. Indeed, I have to acknowledge that the show was quite entertaining for th