As I lay in bed, I gazed at the exquisite gown Kian had sent over, its delicate fabric and intricate details a testament to his thoughtfulness. But my eyes welled up with tears as I realized it was now a poignant reminder of a wedding that would never be.
I had been so eager to wear it, to feel like a princess on my special day. But now, it seemed like a cruel mockery, a symbol of a dream that had been shattered into a million pieces.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I remembered the happiness and excitement I had felt when I first tried it on. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle, my heart full of joy, my future bright with promise.
But it was all just a illusion, a fragile fantasy that had been cruelly snatched away. And now, the beautiful gown seemed like a painful remind
