"Aurora, the veil—" Daisy's steps stopped the moment her eyes landed on the man she was hoping never to meet again.
Her throat tightened. For a split second, the boutique, the mirrors, the lace, everything around her blurred into nothing but him.
"Get me my phone…" she hissed under her breath, rushing Aurora, who still stood frozen in place. Daisy's eyes flicked urgently toward her handbag, but Aurora didn't move, her knuckles white where they clutched the fabric she'd been holding.
George's voice cut through the silence, smooth yet heavy enough to press the air flat. "Ah, you look so pretty in that dress." He stepped closer, his smile curving sharp. "But sadly… not for me."
"No, stop!" Aurora suddenly moved, planting herself in front of Daisy, summoning every ounce of courage she had. "You should've just ac—accept it. Daisy is not for you."
George chuckled low, leaning slightly to peer around her. "Ah, that's cute. You and your best friend… both are cute."
