The Bride Is Not Me
My top-secret sketch slipped out and scattered everywhere.
Rebirth, the half-finished gown that I was going to complete for the international contest in Lutecia, rolled out of the suitcase as well.
Its pure-white silk billowed in the air, and the embroidery on the lining gleamed like shimmering lines.
A black van came to a stop at the roadside. A group of servants carefully helped Wendy out of the car. She deliberately swayed her hips as she approached Zachary and held his arm.
"I couldn't find my iPad. Maybe I left it in the shop." Then, her eyes fell upon Rebirth, and they lit up. Wendy let go of Zachary and trotted over to Rebirth only to kick its hem.