"It's just letting Pauline try it on. What's the big deal?"
"Exactly, she's just wearing it for us to see. Nobody else will ever know."
Pauline's eyes reddened with hurt.
Her tears splashed onto the back of Allan's hand, and she bit down on her lower lip, looking small and wounded.
"Allan, I've never seen such a beautiful wedding gown in my life..."
"You like me, don't you? Don't you want to marry me?"
She pushed him back onto the bed and peeled off her clothes.
Acid surged up from my stomach. I doubled over at the edge of the bed and retched violently.
I'd picked out that bed. I'd washed those sheets with my own hands.
I'd believed that Allan and I would fall asleep in each other's arms on that bed.
But now he kissed Pauline hungrily, pressing her into the mattress beneath him.
The chat flooded with gifts, the viewers goading them on.
"Put on the gown! Put on the gown! Then consummate it!"
"We want the R-rated version! Give the people what they want!"
Allan dressed Pauline in the gown with his own hands. His palms slid along her back, then he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her deeply.
Tears streamed down my face. I smiled bitterly.