I’m Done Being the Bride
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Summary
My fiancé, Everett Prescott, spent five whole years designing my wedding dress, and it finally arrived today.
Except I couldn't zip it up.
It stayed wide open until my best friend, Sienna Hart, slipped into the dress perfectly. The fabric hugged her curves like a second skin.
She turned to my fiancé with an exasperated sigh.
"Everett, are you serious? You got Leah’s size wrong. Again."
My blood ran cold.
Over the five years Everett and I had been together, this wasn't the first time he'd conveniently forgotten my measurements.
