“Oh my god, where did you get it?” Marika breathed, her hands over her mouth in utter shock as she looked at the wedding dress hung up on the back of the door. A simple sheath of white lace, it had delicate straps and a small train. She’d been married three times before, but none of her gowns had the simple elegance of this one.
Three times a bride, never a wife… the thought hit her, and she smiled slightly in amusement. Make that four times. Altav was marrying her under false pretenses, so this wedding wouldn’t be real either. Not really.
Three times a bride, never a wife… Red, the big scary mechanic, shrugged. “Picked it up at a market a while back. Dunno why. It’s not really my style and it’s too short. It was just too pretty to leave there with all the tat.”
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