Chapter 80

I almost laughed at the panic in Knox's eyes. Almost. But Lena's words echoed in my head, and the vial felt heavy in my pocket. As we hurried toward my apparent dress-fitting doom, I wondered how many more secrets were locked away in my mind—and what price I'd pay to uncover them. The bridal shop was a maze of white fabric and sparkling beading, with mirrors angled to ensure no flaw went unnoticed. Caroline moved through the racks like a general commanding an army, pulling dresses with frightening efficiency. "This one's too princessy," she declared, shoving aside a tulle monstrosity. "And this lace looks like my grandmother's curtains." Her nose wrinkled as she examined another. "Who designed this? A blind troll?" My head spun as dress after dress was thrust into my arms. The changing room became a blur of silk, satin, and lace. My muscles ached from the constant changing, and the tightness in my throat from Lena's revelation made each forced smile more difficult than the last. "Try t