After she leaves, Mrs. Monti picks up the garment bag from the bed and takes my dress out. And for the first time, I see the full thing.
It's a short, white dress that will fall right below my knees. The bodice is corseted, with thick shoulder straps and a delicate, sparkly belt around the waist—gorgeous. And even though I didn't choose it and this isn't a real wedding, I love it.
Since the ceremony is taking place at the back of Michael's house for reasons only he knows, he's included a pair of white strappy sandals to match. With Mrs. Monti's help, I slip into the dress, then put on my new diamond earrings. She carefully fixes the veil Elira lent me into my hair, and just like that, we're done.
It's a casual look but at the same time elegant. Perfect.
"Michael will swallow his tongue when he sees you," she murmurs. And shit, my heart flutters at the thought. No. No fluttering, heart.
I clear my throat. "Thank you, Mrs. Monti."
