"This is my wedding dress!" I shouted, unable to keep my fury in check. "How dare you give it to her?! And ruin it like this?!"
Audrey immediately launched into her act, playing the innocent, helpless girl. Her eyes filled with fake tears, her voice quivering.
“Simon, did I do something wrong? Why is she so angry?” she whined, acting all soft and fragile.
Simon, of course, stepped in front of her, blocking me from her view like I was some sort of threat. "Bianca, it's just a dress!" he sneered. "Besides, you're still going to wear it for me at the wedding. So what's the big deal? If it’s that important to you, why not just make a new one?"
My blood boiled. "Who says I'm wearing it for you?" I shot back, my voice colder than I meant it to be. "This is the dress I'm wearing for my wedding."
Simon scoffed and shook his head like I was some naive child. “Come on, Bianca, don’t act like you don’t know. Your wedding is our wedding. I already agreed to marry you. There’s no need to keep up this act.”
That was it. I was done.