“Lanaya, does your husband have a twin brother? Someone who looks exactly like him came in today with a woman to try on your wedding dress. After trying it, he even told me to alter it smaller to fit her. Isn’t that crazy?”
“No, it’s fine. Just do what he said, and have him pay the balance while you're at it.”
Zolenn’s intentions were clearer than ever. She had always tried to take what belonged to me. If she couldn’t take it, she would try to ruin it. This was no different.
The next day, Yzail returned home with two wedding dresses.
“I picked up the dresses. Why don’t you try them on?”
I gave them a quick, dismissive glance before tossing them aside. I didn’t need to look closely to know what was going on.
Yzail, however, gently stroked the dress that had been altered smaller, his eyes filled with a softness I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was lost in thought, likely picturing Zolenn wearing it, walking down the aisle to marry him.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he said suddenly, “it’s becoming popular for bridesmaids to wear wedding dresses too. It’s supposed to bring good luck.”
“Sure. Thanks for the effort,” I replied, forcing a polite smile.