Revenge Wears a White Dress

ct. The long mahogany table gleamed under the crystal chandeliers, and the scent of white roses, my favorite, filled the room. I smoothed the silk of my

woman of refined elegance, s

ut to join our family. And also, to the memory of someone who couldn't be h

s his childhood best friend, the girl who had supposedly died in a tragic accident years ago, an accident where s

rfected for these family occasions. I wanted to s

. "I am so sorry I never had the chance to meet

d feeling started to creep into my stomach, a small, quiet doubt that I quickly pushed away. This was just pre-weddi

air. The pews were filled with the most influential people in the city, their faces a mix of polite smiles and business-like appraisals.

r's arm linked with mine, my heart pounding a steady, happy rhythm. This wa

r, looking impossibly handsome in his tuxedo. But as I drew closer, I saw the strange, distracted look on his

The music faltered. I turned my head sli

s thin, almost frail, dressed in a simple white dress that looked out of place among

ar, echoed through the

tha

His shock was so profound, so absolute, it felt like a physical blow

whispered, his

silent tears streaming down her face. S

ce gaining strength, laced with an unnerv