Simone
The wedding dress was hideous.
I stood there like a mannequin while three maids fussed around me, tugging at the monstrosity they’d stuffed me into. It had enough fabric to outfit a small army and more beading than a craft store explosion. Not that I’d had any say in choosing it. I hadn’t been consulted on a single wedding detail.
“Could you lift your arm a bit higher, miss?” one of the maids asked, trying to adjust the sleeves that could double as wings.
“Stay still, please,” another one chimed in, working on the train that stretched halfway across the room.
At least the maid I’d caught with Kellan yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Small mercies.
When they finally finished torturing me and left, it was just me, Kenzi, and Irene in the oversized bridal suite. The silence stret
