Lara-Jean POV
"Absolutely not. You look like a cupcake exploded."
Maya circled me like a shark scenting blood, her critical eye sweeping over every inch of tulle catastrophe I was currently drowning in.
Giselle, the bridal consultant with a French accent so fake it should've come with a subtitle, pressed a hand to her heart in wounded offense.
"This is our most popular style. Very princess. Very romantic."
I stared at my reflection.
I didn't see a princess. I saw a woman wearing a costume, playing a role she never auditioned for. The gown had enough layers to house a small family. Every time I breathed, it rustled like a thousand judgmental whispers.
"I look like a wedding cake," I muttered.
Maya snapped her fingers at Giselle. "Next. And by next, I mean anything that doesn't req
