Bridal salons smelled like tulle and broken dreams. Or maybe that was just the morning sickness.I sat on a plush velvet settee in the VIP suite of Kleinfeld, clutching a glass of sparkling water like it was a lifeline. The air was thick with the scent of fresh lilies, expensive perfume, and aggressive joy. To anyone else, it was a fantasy. To me, it was a torture chamber with crystal chandeliers."Oh my god," my mother breathed, pressing a hand to her chest. "Sienna. You look... transcendent."I looked up. Sienna stood on the circular podium in the center of the room, bathed in soft, flattering light. She was wearing a Galia Lahav custom gown—mermaid silhouette, illusion back, covered in enough hand-beaded crystals to fund a small country.She looked perfect. She always did."Do you like it?" Sienna asked, turning slowly to admire herself in the tri-fold mirror. "I feel like a queen.""You look like an angel," Elena Stone corrected, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Doesn't she, Aria?"
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