The day after I returned home, Mom arranged for a top designer to come over and tailor a wedding dress just for me.
As I slipped into the pristine white gown and looked at myself in the mirror, a wave of emotions suddenly swept over me.
Six years ago, I used to imagine how I'd look in a wedding dress on my big day. But now, Soren was no longer the groom.
Mom looked at me, her eyes teary as she whispered, "Sweetheart, you look amazing."
I smiled and said nothing.
She pulled out her phone and snapped countless photos of me. Then she sent them all to her close friends. Not long after, those pictures made it onto social media as well.
Meanwhile, I changed out of the gown and went back to my room to rest.
I had just laid down when I came across a new post from Thea. In the photo, she was lying in a hospital bed, a bright smile lighting up her pale face.
Soren sat by her side, one hand cupping her face, the other holding up his phone for a selfie.
"Thank you for Soren's excep
