Piper picked up a pair of scissors. Her tone was gleeful as she traced the blade over the silk.
“Colin said no matter what I do, he’ll clean up my mess.”
The sharp edge tore through delicate lace, slashed through soft silk. With each cut, she shredded the last gift my mother had ever given me.
I just lay there, watching the pieces flutter down like snowflakes.
Even my hatred felt dull now—numbed by the weight of everything.
Piper strutted off, leaving nothing but wreckage in her wake.
I dragged myself home… or rather used to be.
Once I got there, I tore open every drawer and closet, yanked out every gift Colin had ever given me—jewelry, designer bags, stuffed animals.
One by one, I threw them all in the trash.
Behind me, I heard footsteps approaching.
Familiar ones.
###Chapter 6
Colin paused at the door. “What did you throw away?”
I didn’t even look at him.
“Just some garbage I should’ve gotten rid of long ago.”
He didn’t seem to care. As if suddenly remembering something, he added casually, “I heard Piper accidentally damaged the wedding dress. But don’t worry. I’ve asked the designer to rush a new one. It’ll be ready in time for the ceremony.”
He slung his jacket over one shoulder.