Chapter 8
On the way home with James, I told him that I had accidentally damaged the custom–made wedding dress.
“Does this mean something bad is going to happen?” I asked.
I quietly observed his expression.
He only furrowed his brow slightly before turning to me, taking my hand, and smiling gently. “Baby, don’t worry. If the
dress is ruined, we can have another one made.”
That wedding dress had taken six months to make. It was designed by my favorite designer and was one–of–a–kind.
It had been delivered just a week ago. It looked great on me, but James just happened to be missing and never saw me
waar it.
I didn’t want it anymore.
Was I disappointed?
No, I wasn’t
James, you want to play, don’t you? Well, this is only the beginning
