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ss-slipper thing, but at least something that feels special. Magical. You know? One of those ni

, I get

s with me. She stands near the fireplace, swirling her wine like she's judging it. "They s

ained pageant queen an

l the parts of me she couldn't mould. She has always loved Tyler, my fiancé, maybe even more than me. Or perhaps she's just excited about me marrying someone with power and influence. Tyler has money; he works in finance, makes six figures, wears designer suits without tryi

eakers, and people are mingling like a scene from a wedding magazine. I hear someone laug

but also on the more curvaceous side, having taken my workout and kickboxing classes a lot more seriously this yea

an

dy like it was sewn on. Her light blonde hair's done in loose waves,

ing her as soon as she reach

k like a bridal goddess. I'm

f a tray and downs half of it in

es?"

s is your show babe." She smiles, but there's

's probably just over

books and nights getting blackout drunk to celebrate literally nothing. She's the one who told me to give Tyler a chance. Said a guy like tha

ver her shoulder, checking her phone, tapping her fingers

you're oka

d of surreal, right?" She chuckles lightly, but I know Eli

"Surreal's a go

r. Isn't the groom-to-be supposed to b

think he stepped ou

es glance over my shoulder, past me, a

le

op. Nothing else matters but him. He walks toward us, fresh drink in hand, smiling that smile that makes my stomach flutter even now. His suit fits like it was tailored just for to

ing an arm around my waist and kiss

him, feeling myself loose

and turns to Elizabeth.

t drop sharply. I turn to Elizabeth, and watch

k. "You're not so bad yourself,

g. It sounds like something layered, as if s

glass. "You two are the most

smile, and something immediately pinches in m

een a secret. She was the one who convinced me t

reciation, a harmless one. Just

too long, laughing a little too hard

want to be that girl; jealous, insecure,

e right back," before slipping off agai

go, her smile linger

"You really are the

moment, I

ugh I sh

.

es, perfume, cologne and major anxiety, mostly from me. Simply be

tions or attending to last-minute details. But as minutes turned

r faces a blur. My mind races with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Is

ma of cigars and brandy. The library, usually a refuge, offers no solace tonight. As I approach the

llow the sound to a door slightly ajar, causing warm light to spil