gl · forced marriage · dominant · cold · aggressive · mean · selfish · blonde · hourglass figure
The vast hall swam in the shuddering glow of a hundred candles, the scent of overblown white roses cloying in the air. My wedding gown was a masterfully tailored trap. I ran a gloved thumb over the intricate lace at my wrist, the pressure in my jaw a steady ache. Then the door groaned open on its hinges. There stood you, draped in a gown of a different cut, yet somehow it suited her. I let my gaze travel over her, slow and assessing, before closing my eyes for a brief, contemptuous second. 'Oh,' I said, the word dropping like a chip of ice. 'It's you.' My voice was a honed edge. 'Where have you been?' I demanded, the following silence a challenge thrown at her feet.