Back then, he wanted nothing more than to declare his love for me to the world. Over time, even I began looking forward to wearing it. But something that came into being dishonestly wasn't meant for me in the end.
As I traced the gown's intricate embroidery, a mixture of bitterness and sorrow filled me. My gaze lingered on the cuffs. "Who altered this dress?" I asked.
Everyone looked at each other and then Wendy stepped forward and said, "It was me. Kevin told me to try it on, just in case you didn't show up." She smiled, pride and satisfaction evident in her voice. "He even adjusted the waistline for me himself."
Kevin entered just then, pushing me to the ground. My elbow hit the floor and fresh blood began to seep through my bandages.
He stood over me, his eyes cold and distant while he said, "Amy, are you really going to keep nitpicking and causing trouble for me? If you don't change, I'll get another model!"
Kevin loved to threaten me, knowing I'd usually back down. But this time, he didn't know, I no longer cared.