As soon as I got into the fitting room, I could hear movement from the stall next to mine. I took a deep breath, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and unease. It was a little silly, really, to feel nervous over this moment after four years together. Derick and I had passed by this bridal shop so many times. He used to say that when he finally saw me in a wedding dress, he’d be so moved that he might cry.
But now, as I stepped out in a diamond-studded gown, he only gave me a quick glance, his expression unchanging. “So tacky,” he muttered. “You’re not a teenage anymore. Why would you pick something so gaudy?”
I didn’t bother arguing, already reaching for my phone to get a picture taken.
The curtain next to me opened, and Becky stepped out wearing an off-the-shoulder gown with a low-cut back. Her dress sparkled twice as much as mine.
And Derick—he was speechless, unable to tear his eyes away from her, his gaze growing almost misty. Becky, sensing his reaction, smirked and put on an act. “What’s the matter? Did I surprise you? Tell me, who looks better—me or your fiancée?”