Isla POV
"Good morning, we're so glad to have you here."
The consultant beamed as she led us into the private fitting room—mirrors on every wall, dresses arranged along the rails.
I looked at them and felt nothing, as I mostly stayed behind.
Vivienne had already drifted to Ronan's side. My parents flanked them naturally, effortlessly, like a beautiful photograph of a family going shopping.
Nobody had thought to stand beside me, even though this wedding fitting was mine. I held onto the tin bag in my hand tightly before letting it down.
The consultant's eyes swept the room and landed on Vivienne.
"And you must be the bride." She reached for Vivienne's hand warmly, smiling between her and Ronan. "We have so many beautiful options for you today."
"Oh no." Vivienne laughed softly, touc
