Tessa
Sunlight spills through the sitting room while I stand still, the bridal stylist circling me with her measuring tape.
Her assistant stands by the side, with a notepad.
“Lift your arm a little,” the stylist says gently.
I obey, staring straight ahead as the measuring tape slides snugly around my waist.
But my mind betrays me and drifts back to the moment Renric kissed me. I feel a rush pass through me as I smile. I replay the whole thing in my head, clearly unaware of my environment.
Suddenly panic creeps in. I shouldn’t feel this way. Not towards him at least. What's wrong with you Tessa?
I tighten back my face.
The assistant clears her throat softly. “Bust measurement?”
“Thirty-four,” the stylist replies, barely glancing up.
Then, casually, she says, “You do realise every
