Chapter 91

I look down at the ivory tulle and lace molded to my body, billowing into a full skirt as Emma and Leila fluff up the layers. Christian is messing with my bodice, yanking it tighter from the back, and I know he’s trying to make my cleavage ride up and punch me in the face for maximum “ooomph,” but my breasts are a little tender, and this is not pleasant. Jenny’s messing with my veil, and everything is hemming around me. They are all suffocating me like crazy with their prodding and pandering, and I’m like a simmering pot about to boil over.

Staring at the double doors in front of us, the wooden blockage to the hundreds of eyes waiting to pull me apart out there. I start to feel overwhelmed and dizzy and stand still as my blood runs cold and my heart starts pounding faster in my chest. I think my dress may be too tight because I struggle to breathe, and my vision is getting a little swimmy.

Why the hell did I agree to this? To a huge fucking massive white ordeal, and why