I felt the world around me fall silent. My foot throbbed, my shoulders trembled in the cold, but Leon didn't even notice. He hadn't cared about me running out into the street or the fact that I was barefoot and bleeding. No, all he saw was a dress that he'd paid for.
The crowd around us whispered, their comments reaching my ears in fragments.
"That poor girl... look at her, running after a man who doesn't deserve her."
"I bet he's the reason she looks so devastated."
Leon reached for my hand, gripping it tightly as he tried to steer me back toward the boutique, his expression one of irritation mixed with impatience. "Emily, what more do you want? You wanted to get married—I agreed. You wanted to take wedding photos—I agreed to that too. What more could you possibly want?"