Author's POV
Elena walked to her room stiffly when they reached home. Her chest felt tight and full at the same time, like something constricted her airflow. She found it difficult to take proper breaths even inside the car and of course Julian didn't notice.
She shut the door tightly behind her and ran to the bed. There she leaned over it and forced herself to breathe well.
This was all her fault for even believing for a second that it was ever about her. She should have known that there was no way Julian would really choose her. The entire time, he must have stared towards her. She couldn't even begin to imagine what went on in the bathrooms.
Suddenly there was a harsh knock on the door. It startled her, she shot up from the bed, finally breathing well.
“We need the dress," a m
