BRIAR’S POV
Inside the box lies a gorgeous dress, shimmering like diamonds set into light blue fabric.
The delicate gown features thin, gem-encrusted straps and a stylish slit on the side, perfectly complemented by a pair of stone-embedded heels.
I gasp when I see it, pulling it out and staring at myself with it in front of the mirror, excitement bubbling up.
I’m giddy for a few seconds before I pause, and the smile fades away.
Everything about this moment draws memories of what happened with Tavian after our wedding—the sinister twist he pulled, the humiliation.
It all started with a pretty dress.
Part of that trauma rings a warning in my head, and I frown.
“Do you dislike the dress?” Deborah chimes in from behind me.
“No… it’s not that.”
I love it.
My initial plan was to s
