Lahat ng Kabanata ng I’m Done Being the Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The door clicked open, and a guy holding a professional camera walked into the fitting room—the pre-wedding photographer I'd booked.He brushed right past me, striding straight toward Everett Prescott and Sienna Hart. His eyes lit up with genuine amazement."Wow, this dress is gorgeous! Fits the bride perfectly."He raised his camera, framing the two of them in the lens. "Come on, let's get a quick pre-wedding shoot! This is going to look insane in the wedding vlog."They posed for over a hundred photos indoors and outdoors, switching up the vibes. Nobody mentioned the dress size again.When they finally wrapped up, Sienna strutted over, shoving the digital display in my face. She pointed at a photo where Everett had his arm draped snugly around her. "Look, Leah! It turned out so good! This dress is insanely photogenic, and the photographer really knows his angles."She flashed me a playful wink. "Consider me your test dummy. Now you know exactly how to pose for the real deal!"

Yet next time, Everett did it all over again.Five years, and I still never became his "habit."Everett didn't get home until eleven that night.He unlocked the door and stepped inside. When he caught me still sitting in the darkened living room, he froze."You're still up?"I offered no answer, asking instead, "Did Sienna get home okay?""Yeah. Her place is kind of far, so I drove her back myself."He strolled over and reached out to wrap his arms around me out of pure muscle memory.I jerked my shoulder back, dodging his touch.Everett's hands stiffened in thin air, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips."Are you still mad about this afternoon? Look, I'm sorry, okay? What do you want to eat? Let me whip something up for you, babe, alright?"I kept my eyes glued to the floor, finally voicing the exact question that had been haunting me for five straight years."Everett, when you agreed to marry me, was it only because Sienna talked you into it?"The easy smile faded from Ever

The groom’s name on the invitation practically burned a hole into Everett's vision. Tristan Lawson.How on earth could it be him?Everett shot up from the couch so fast his phone nearly slipped through his fingers and clattered onto the floor.Before his brain could even process what he was doing, his thumb had already dialed Leah's number. The ring tone cut off after half a second.He dialed again. Busy signal.He tried a third time. Still busy.On his fourth attempt, an automated, mechanical voice droned through the speaker—Leah had blocked him.Everett cursed under his breath, snatched his keys, and bolted out the front door.He sprinted to his car, but just as he yanked open the driver's side door, a pair of hands gripped the edge of the frame, holding it firm.Sienna stood there, her hair whipped into a mess by the wind.Her eyes flickered with a mix of panic, tension, and a subtle emotion he couldn't quite decipher."Everett, where are you going in such a rush?"He sh

The wedding march echoed through the entire grand ballroom.I stood at the edge of the floral archway in a sleek satin gown, my veil cascading from my crown down to the aisle runner in a soft, sweeping white river.The waistline was tailored to perfection, and the pearls stitched along the skirt caught the warm light with a quiet, lustrous glow.It fitted like a dream, flawless in every sense. Nothing like that other dress, the one that spent five whole years being altered and still never fit right.Tristan stood beside me, immaculate in a tailored suit, his posture effortlessly straight.His lips were pressed together into a subtle line, a slight giveaway of his quiet nerves.Noticing my eyes on him, he turned his head and offered a gentle, faint smile as if afraid to disturb the moment.The officiant beamed from the altar and cleared his throat, adjusting his microphone."Do you, Leah, take this man—""She doesn't!"A deafening crash shattered the peace of the grand ballroo

Two blisters had puffed up on my heels, throbbing in pain all day, but I couldn't bring myself to kick off my shoes in front of everyone.Now that I could finally breathe, I pulled my feet up onto the couch and let out a long, heavy exhale.Tristan pushed the door open, carrying a glass of water.He had shed his suit jacket, leaving just his crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, revealing the sharp, lean lines of his wrists.He walked over and handed me the glass."Exhausted?""A little."He glanced down at my raw, reddened heels, a slight crease forming between his brows.Without a word, he dropped to one knee, pulled a pair of hotel slippers from the entryway closet, unwrapped the plastic, and set them gently beside my feet.The gesture was so natural, so effortless, like he had done it a thousand times before.I blinked, momentarily caught off guard.Tristan looked up at me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "What is it?""Nothing," I s