SERA
The satin clung to my body like a second skin, the delicate lace tracing over my shoulders and dipping down the low-cut back.
The bridal boutique was quiet, save for the muted chatter of attendants and the hum of soft music drifting from the overhead speakers.
I stared at myself in the mirror, not even seeing the dress.
My fingers twitched at my sides. I blinked once. Then twice.
“Sera,” Lana said gently behind me. “You keep zoning out.”
I turned toward her, forcing a smile.
“Sorry. I’m just—”
“Don’t say ‘wedding stress.’” She raised a hand, cutting me off before I could finish. “Because you’ve used that excuse three times today already.”
I sighed and looked away, studying the soft fall of the train like it held the answers to my life.
“You’ve been… off,” she continued, st
