Bella’s POVThe bridal shop looked like something out of a movie.Crystal chandeliers, soft white walls, racks of silk and lace glowing under perfect lighting. The bells above the door jingled as my mother and I stepped inside.“Wait up!” Rafael called out from behind us. “Slow down, both of you.”I glanced over my shoulder, slightly annoyed. “Why did you even come along, Raf?”He pressed his hand to his chest as if wounded. “What do you mean?” he said casually, catching up in two long strides. “I came to see my baby sister in white.”I rolled my eyes and kept walking.He fell into step beside me anyway.“Come on, Bella,” he said, lowering his voice. “Are you still pissed at me for stopping you from confronting Dad? What could you possibly have done?”I stopped just inside the entrance, turning to face him. “I’m not pissed, Raf. I’m just tired. Really tired.”He searched my face for a second, then nodded slowly. “Okay. I get it. I’m sorry.”I turned away and headed toward my mother, w
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