That’s when I realized the initials engraved on that gift set. It was supposed to have been my initials, PO–Penny Ortega. Derick had told me the store had made a mistake, insisting he’d ordered mine. When I suggested holding the store accountable, he dismissed it, saying I shouldn’t be so uptight. I believed him… until I saw the surveillance footage. There she was, a short-haired girl, sitting in Derick’s lap, snatching his phone to place an order. In that moment, I realized how foolish I had been.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice Derick had already grabbed his coat and moved toward the door.
“I won’t be back tonight. I’m meeting your parents for dinner tomorrow. Send me the address,” he said nonchalantly, as if forgetting that tomorrow was supposed to be my day to try on wedding dresses.
The next day, I decided to go to the bridal shop alone. As I stepped outside, a sleek BMW pulled up in front of me.
Derick rolled down the window, his gaze landing on my makeup, his brow furrowing slightly. “What’s with the make-up? You look weird.” After a chuckle of discontentment, he flick his head, “Get in, we’re going together.”