CHAPTER 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Argue
CHAPTER 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Argue
The bride stood still.
One hand slowly lowered from her cheek.
Not because it stopped hurting.
But because reacting would change nothing in a room like this.
The silver-dressed woman stepped closer.
“Do you even know what you’re looking at?” she sneered, gesturing toward the gowns.
“These aren’t for people like you.”
A few guests shifted uncomfortably.
But no one intervened.
The bride looked down.
A single tear slipped free.
Then another.
Not from weakness.
From the realization of how predictable this moment was.
“You should leave,” the woman added.
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
The bride finally whispered—
“I didn’t come here for myself.”
The sentence hung in the air.
But it meant nothing to the people who had already decided who she was.
May you like
Until—
footsteps echoed from above.
