Inside, Lex held me close, rubbing my cold hands between his to warm them up. “I was just about to pick you up. Your wedding gown is here, the time couldn’t be more perfect. Let’s head straight to the studio and get our photos done, what do you say?”
“Okay,” I nodded. I agreed, not for any other reason, but because I imagined that after I was gone and he couldn’t find me, he would realize what he’d lost when he saw those photos.
If he truly loved me, it would drive him mad—the pain will cut deeper then.
The delivery truck arrived at the studio ahead of us. When we pulled up moments later, Lex moved to carry me out of the car, but his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening and let out a heavy breath.
“Baby, it’s freezing out here. Stay in the car to keep warm. Let me go in first and make sure everything’s ready, then I’ll come back for you.”
Without waiting for a reply, he strode briskly into the studio alone.