Emily's POV
Gina stood there, her smirk as sharp as the heels she was wearing, her arms crossed like she'd just won the lottery. The dress—my dress—was hanging behind her, taunting me with its perfection. The boutique, once a palace of dreams, now felt like a battlefield, and Gina was the smug general who'd just claimed victory.
"You're not serious," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "You're not even getting married, Gina. What do you need that dress for?"
She tilted her head, her grin widening. "Oh, Emily. Always so naive. Who says I'm not getting married? Lucas and I have been planning this for months. And Sienna? Well, let's just say she's part of the package."
My jaw dropped. She was actually admitting it—right here, in front of everyone. Tessa, who had been quietly sipping champ
