L A N A
“That’s a lovely dress… Vera Wang?” Her voice is smooth, her politeness seeming genuine.
“Y-yes…” I manage to stutter, my voice hoarse, my throat still raw from crying.
She glances back briefly, eyes cool and assessing. “There’s a ring on your finger.”
I look down automatically, staring at the diamond that still sits there, mocking me, glinting under the gold lighting like it’s proud to be part of my humiliation. I should’ve taken it off hours ago. Maybe I should’ve thrown it at Tyler’s face.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m engaged… well… I was engaged.”
“What happened?” she asks, as if she’s asking about the weather.
“My fiancé was cheating on me with my best friend,” I answer her.
“Ah.” She nods once, unimpressed. “That’s unfortunate.”
I blink, staring at her in disbelief. “You
