Chapter 347
Vivienne
I look at the wedding preparations in dread.
It's like being on a train racing toward the edge of a cliff, and I can't stop it. I can only watch in horror, feel the ground crumble beneath me, and wait for the fall.
It doesn't help that Daphne isn't around. She's on her a business trip, no calls, just occasional texts that feel like placeholders. Miss you. Thinking of you. Busy day.
I'm angry. But what do I want her to do? Stay here and give me her blessings?
That's selfish, Vivienne.
"You're ready."
The attendant pulls back the curtain. I step out of the dressing room in a cloud of white silk and lace, and both Olga and my mother immediately start fawning.
"Oh, Vivienne." My mother presses her hands to her chest. "You look beautiful."
"The dress is perfect," Olga agrees. "Damien won't know what hit him."
I stand there, turning slowly, letting them see the train, the bodice, the delicate embroidery. I nod at the right moments. Smile when they expect it.
