NORA
The dress fits like it was sewn onto my body by some sadistic fairy godmother who knows exactly what makes my curves look lethal. Soft lace hugs my waist before flowing into a dramatic but manageable train.
The white sneakers peeking out underneath are the most ridiculous and somehow perfect touch.
Comfortable and rebellious.
Very... Me.
I f*****g love it. I'm never telling that demon, though.
My phone buzzes on the dresser.
[Marcellus: Ceremony in an hour. Address attached. Don't be late, wife. I already sent a car.]
I glare at the message, but there's no time to lose my s**t.
Mum's already called me down twice. I take a deep breath, smooth my hands down the dress, and head downstairs.
The moment I get there, Mum's face lights up.
"Oh, Nora..." She presses a hand to her ch
