6The color drained from Alex’s face as she stared at the dress in front of her. The details were exactly as she remembered them, even down to the shine of the refracted light off of its embroidery. Her hands began to shake as she crinkled the material in her grasps, and she knew something was wrong. There was no way a dress from her dreams could be in her hands. It was impossible, even more so if she was wearing it. It didn’t belong to her, but his mother. His mother’s wedding dress. Was that his mother she saw in her dream?
Treyan didn’t seem to notice her distress, not as he continued on as if talking of the weather. “—the wedding. Of course, I have to ask you first, and who knows when that will be.”
Alex whipped her head towards him, now only catching bits and pieces of conversation
