Adah's POV
My heart was still racing as I stared at Hayden on the floor, blood trickling from where the vase had hit him. This wasn't part of my plan. None of this was supposed to happen.
That's when I noticed the bag he'd dropped when he fell—an elegant shopping bag with a designer logo I recognized. Curiosity got the better of me, and I snatched it up before he could fully sit up.
"Hey! That's not yours!" he protested, pressing his hand to his head and wincing when it came away bloody.
"What is this?" I demanded, peeking inside to see carefully wrapped dresses in tissue paper.
"It's what I was trying to tell you before you went all psycho with a baseball bat," he groaned, struggling to get up. "Father had me pick up some dresses from a famous designer for you. For the wedding events
