Samantha’s POV
When I returned to the fitting room, I hadn’t realized someone had followed me until her voice caught me off guard.
"Your dress looks really beautiful," she said, her expression unsettling in a way that made me uncomfortable.
"Uh… thanks," I replied, reaching for the fitting room door. Just as I was about to step inside, she spoke again, stopping me in my tracks.
"Are you getting married?"
I rolled my eyes internally, already annoyed by her persistence. Still, I forced a polite smile the kind that said "please leave me alone." I considered telling her the truth, but decided it wasn’t worth it. "Yes, I am," I said with feigned enthusiasm.
Her face fell, and her expression shifted to one of sadness. "Oh…" she muttered.
"Well, I’m not. But my therapist told me that if I
