iform, but he wore it with an air of quiet authority that C
lid presence a shield. He gently placed a hand
s. England," he said,
returning under his steady gaze. I turned my
go, A
Cameron take a frantic st
stopped him. "Camero
ourse. Playing her
n't fo
nal choice. And it told me
llway. Without looking back, I dropped my diary into it. It landed w
reparing for a new life overseas; he was busy doting on his fragile, manipu
ng for my custom-designed wedding dress was scheduled. The dress. I had spent months designing it, sketching
to see it one last time. A final farewe
oom, shimmering under the soft lights. It was even more beautiful than I
no one will ge
pping with false sympathy, came
ing here?" I ask
terpiece. The dress for the wedding that isn't happening." She looked at me, a s
ood. You can have him. I don't wan
, you can have this, too. A littl
e. She actually took a step towards the dres
hetic. You actually t
ged. She clutched her chest, her face tu
o the plush carpe
licker of alarm went through me.
way fro
He rushed in and pushed me, hard. I stu
were turning blue, but as he leaned over her, her eyes met m
ld me to look at the dress... she
ran his hand over the skirt and looked at his fingers. They were covered in a fi
et mine, were filled
s on purpose
arms and ran out of the room, shout
disbelief. "I didn't," I whispered to
as alrea
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