k with the taste o

of tires, the blinding headlights, and a c

. My stepfather' s f

d, in my silk pajamas, the morning sun stream

m the nightstand. The date stared back at

dwood floor. A wave of dizziness washed over me, the

real. It had t

art hammering against my ribs. I

r was ajar. An

ter, Briel

ring my wedding dress. The custom couture gown that was meant for me. Her

his dress, marrying my fiancé, Julian Croft, while I was drugged and locked away. My stepfat

s all

al sound esca

ing for a second before it harde

rly?" she asked, her voice d

said. My voice wa

ha

ke my dress

n't be so dramatic, Elara. I was just

old and heavy. "You were admiring your

? It looks better on me anyway. You'

me boiled over. I lunged forward, my h

it