The Prank That Shattered Love

iform, but he wore it with an air of quiet authority that C

lid presence a shield. He gently placed a hand

s. England," he said,

returning under his steady gaze. I turned my

go, A

Cameron take a frantic st

stopped him. "Camero

ourse. Playing her

n't fo

nal choice. And it told me

llway. Without looking back, I dropped my diary into it. It landed w

reparing for a new life overseas; he was busy doting on his fragile, manipu

ng for my custom-designed wedding dress was scheduled. The dress. I had spent months designing it, sketching

to see it one last time. A final farewe

oom, shimmering under the soft lights. It was even more beautiful than I

no one will ge

pping with false sympathy, came

ing here?" I ask

terpiece. The dress for the wedding that isn't happening." She looked at me, a s

ood. You can have him. I don't wan

, you can have this, too. A littl

e. She actually took a step towards the dres

hetic. You actually t

ged. She clutched her chest, her face tu

o the plush carpe

licker of alarm went through me.

way fro

He rushed in and pushed me, hard. I stu

were turning blue, but as he leaned over her, her eyes met m

ld me to look at the dress... she

ran his hand over the skirt and looked at his fingers. They were covered in a fi

et mine, were filled

s on purpose

arms and ran out of the room, shout

disbelief. "I didn't," I whispered to

as alrea