Elena’s pov
My fingers trembled as I tried to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles on the already ruined wedding dress, my mind racing with possible reasons as to why Beauty would betray me. Beauty, my supposed best friend, could’ve been the one that ruined the dress but why would she do that to me?
I was still reeling, the betrayal a sharp, stinging wound that refused to heal. How could she? Why would she?
The sounds of hurried footsteps and raised voices drifted from outside my room, a grim reminder that the ruined dress was the least of my worries. Chloe was on the attack but no one except Lucas and a few others knew for a fact that she was behind it.
I had to do something. Sitting here, wallowing in my heartbreak, felt like a betrayal of its own.
I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring
