KADE’S POV
“What do you think?” Natasha asked, twirling.
I gritted my teeth so hard, the sound was audible.
“It looks exactly like the one you wore before,” I answered tightly.
Natasha pouted. “The one I wore earlier had beaded appliques.” She patted the skirt of the white wedding dress she had on. “This one has embroidered flowers.”
I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the uncomfortable couch in the bridal shop.
“Does it f*****g matter?”
Natasha sighed. “Does making our wedding perfect matter?” she asked, and then answered herself. “Hell yeah.”
Our wedding.
Those two words made me want to fly into a rage and completely devastate the shop we were in.
At first, I’d been adamantly against Gordon’s terms when he’d laid them down. Hell, when he’d asked me to m
