Wow.
The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. I blinked, staring at the stranger in the mirror. The veil drooped over my shoulder, the white lace gown flowing to my feet.
"What do you think?" Avery, my stylist, asked.
It was an off-the-shoulder dress, trimmed with pearls with little bows sewed at the waist that glittered in the light.
"It's…beautiful," I said.
Avery shoulders dropped with relief. "It was a last minute thing, but I'm glad you like it."
I twirled around in the dress, holding my veil. I'd always imagined what I'd looked like in a wedding dress, getting married to the love of my life.
The smile slipped off my face as the reality hit me.
This wasn't real. None of it was.
It'd all be over in a year. By then, I'd have had my revenge on Lindsay and Drake, Damien—hopefully—would have found out the truth about his brother.
And when it was all done, I'd go back to being the ordinary girl that I was.
