Chapter 52

I'd planned to wait in the car outside, but Ophelia called me in, saying, "Come inside and help me carry all this." She and Belle tossed their bags to me, then went in together. I had no choice but to follow them into the bridal shop. Inside, the store was filled with high-end, custom wedding dresses. Every one of them was beautiful, and the person wearing them must have been stunning. Once, we had dreamed of walking down the aisle together. We'd even planned our wedding and had picked out names for our future children. Countless times, when we passed a wedding shop, she would stop and look at the dresses. She'd tell me, "One day, I'm going to wear one of these. Do you think I'll be the most beautiful bride?" I'd ruffle her hair and smile. "Of course, you'll be the most beautiful bride. And I'll make sure you're the happiest person when that day comes." Back then, we were still in college, dreaming about our future, and planning for happiness to arrive. But fate had other plans,