Kelsea's POV
I adjusted the perfect dress for my body and looked at myself in the mirror. I hired, or rather, Carter hired, a stylist who did my hair in waves. Though it looks shorter, it made me look beautiful. It's as if my face stands out more among the wavy strands falling on the sides. I touched up my makeup, putting a bit of pink lipstick on my lips. Today, I decided to be a bit more subtle. It's not that I don't like passionate red lipstick; it's just that, for the extravagance of my dress, it's better to wear more delicate makeup.
"Dress!" I still remember, and I think I will always remember, the Russian beggar woman. Carter is abusive; how dare he take me to his past lover, even though she wasn't an ex. She was someone he was engaged to, but they never had anything because they
