Just days before her wedding, Jenna’s perfect dress was destroyed by scorch marks, leaving her heartbroken and confused.
But as she uncovered the shocking betrayal behind the damage, her next move was nothing short of pure revenge.
I never thought I’d be the kind of bride to cry over a dress, but there I was, staring at my reflection in the mirror at Bella’s Bridal, trying not to ruin my makeup as tears welled up.
“Oh, honey,” my mom said, squeezing my shoulder. “You look absolutely stunning.”
I ran my hands over the beaded lace bodice, amazed at how perfectly it fit, flowing into a gorgeous tulle skirt. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of wearing to marry Adam.