"Kieran, I think there's been a mistake," I said, my voice strained. "I don’t think this package belongs to me."
"What do you mean? Of course it's for you, my darling. You're my bride-to-be, after all."
I scoffed.
"Your bride-to-be? I think you have the wrong woman. I'm not marrying you."
There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line before he continued, "But Selena, we discussed this. I proposed to you, and you accepted."
"No, Kieran," I said firmly. "I did no such thing. I practically begged you to marry me before now and you left me on the altar and now you think getting me a wedding dress would fix everything? Give it to Nina, it would fit her perfectly."
The previous wedding dress, I had already burnt it so that I wasn’t reminded of how he humiliated me that day. Now I wasn’t going to take another one from him.
"Selena, please," Kieran begged. "Just try it on, see how beautiful you'll look. I know it will fit perfectly."
"I don't want to try it on!" I snapped, my grip tightening on the phone. "I'm not your bride, and I'm not accepting this gift. Please, just leave me alone."
Before Kieran could respond, I ended the call, exhaling loudly.