#Chapter 142: The Gown

Kayla I stood in the middle of the room, my heart sinking as I stared at the torn wedding gown. The fabric lay in shreds across the floor. The bodice was ripped apart, the lace mere threads by now. The veil wasn’t even anywhere to be found. Only the fucking gloves were left untouched, still sitting neatly folded on my vanity. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the room spin around me. Who did this? I looked around frantically, my eyes darting to the windows, the door, every nook and cranny of the room. But there was no sign of a break-in, no shattered glass or forced entry. Everything was exactly as I had left it, except for the gown. My gown. The one I was supposed to wear tomorrow. The one thing that I had to truly look forward to. My chest tightened, and I felt the first hot tear slide down my cheek. I didn’t even try to stop it. The tears came fast and hard after that, blurring my vision as I sank to my knees beside the ruin