Later that afternoon, I hired a cab and went to the dress shop not to book my bridal dress but rather to cancel the ones I have picked earlier.
The duo when I made an entrance were already in an intimate moment, seemingly not aware of my presence. I observed Arabella’s neck had several hickeys which were Ashton’s doing.
As soon as Arabella saw me, she hurriedly clutched Ashton’s arm and hid behind him as if acting that she was too pure and fragile for the world.
“Isabella, here you are-“ I pretended not to notice them and walked past to go to the sales person.
“Isabella!” Arabella called to which I turned around and looked the two looking at me.
“Ashton, is Isabella not fine with me being here? I can leave if it makes her uncomfortable.”
“No need, I am already done with my dress,” I said casually.
“What? Arabella has been acquainted with a foreign designer and knows a lot about dresses. Look here, she chose one for you.”
I saw it and truly it was stunning. With the bridesmaid wearing white and I the bride wearing a black long gown, it was surely suitable for a funeral.
“Its is so pretty that it suits Arabella more than me,” I replied to which Arabella pretended to tear up.