"Lianna…I…that…that doesn’t suit you." he explained hurriedly before pointing towards another rack randomly. "That one is best for you."
The sales assistant hesitated, confusion flickering across her features. "Sir…are you sure? You really want your bride to wear that? "
The moment my gaze followed where Zyan pointed, a dull ache blossomed into my chest.
Black.
A mourning dress that shone like gems.
I saw the realization strike his eyes a second too late, his lips parting as if to correct himself.
"I saw wrongly, if you are upset choose whatever you like-"
"I will wear it. "I said softly.
The words fell into the boutique like a final bell.
"Lianna you… "Zyan’s said stunned, his gaze searching my face unsettled, like he was looking for tears that never came.
Before the silence could stretch any further, Victoria’s voice slipped in gently.
"Sister. . . I am so sorry. . . today was ruined because of me. "
"To make up for it, would you…come to the family dinner tonight? " she offered, eyes reddening as if guilt weighed heavily on her heart. "Father misses you terribly. His heart condition worsened after you cut off all contacts. "