I pulled two invitations from my bag, handing them over with a calm smile.
"Eight days from now, I’ll be marrying Marcus. Please come and have a drink with us."
The two clerks gasped, their excitement palpable. They hugged each other, repeatedly thanking me and wishing me a lifetime of happiness with Marcus.
I stepped out of the fitting room, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I emerged, Marcus, who had been seated on the sofa, froze, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of me.
At that moment, the door to another fitting room opened, and Vivian stepped out, wearing a wedding dress of her own.
Her dress was dangerously low-cut, the kind of design that left nothing to the imagination. As she took a step, her eyes darted toward Marcus, and suddenly, the hem of her gown caught on her foot. She stumbled and fell straight into his arms.
The room went silent. Everyone stared, horrified by the scene unfolding before them.
"Is she crazy? How dare she throw herself into Mr. Rivers' arms?"
"I heard the last woman who did that had her arm removed."