Just days before her wedding, Jenna discovers her perfect dress destroyed by scorch marks, leaving her devastated and confused.
Her search for answers reveals a shocking betrayal that changes everything.
Her next move is pure revenge.
I never thought I’d be one of those brides who got all weepy over a dress. But there I was, standing in front of the mirror at Bella’s Bridal, my hands clasped over my mouth, trying not to smudge my mascara as tears welled up in my eyes.
“Oh, honey,” my mom said, squeezing my shoulder. “
You look absolutely beautiful.”I smoothed my hands over the intricately beaded lace bodice, marveling at how it hugged my curves just right before flowing into a dreamy tulle skirt. It was perfect, exactly what I’d always imagined I’d wear when I married Adam.
“This is it,” I breathed, twirling around to face my mom.
“This is the one.”Fast forward to a week later, and I was still on cloud nine. I’d hung the dress in the guest room closet, safely zipped up in its garment bag, but I couldn’t resist peeking at it every chance I got.
