Eliana
"This looks really good on you; it accentuates your figure perfectly," Gavin praised, twirling me in front of a full mirror in a boutique changing room.
"Thank you, but for a wedding, I think I should go with a bright colour," I said, smoothing my arms on my tummy.
"You don't need any bright colour to make you stand out. Your pretty face and killer body are enough." I forced a smile when our eyes met in the mirror.
"You have a way with words, don't you?" I said, folding my arms behind my neck to unzip the black dress.
"You deserve every compliment, Ellie; you are beautiful," he responded, making me cringe inwardly. The nickname reminded me of the one person I was trying so hard to forget. It even sounded so wrong when Gavin used it.
"Here, let me." He pushed my hands away and
