CHAPTER 8

Sarah felt as like she were being suffocated, even with the luxurious surroundings and the full focus to detail from the shop employees. The gown's seams felt like chains around her ankles, drawing her closer to a destiny she never desired.

But Bobby didn't seem to notice her internal conflict; instead, his eyes were shining with pleasure as he observed her wearing the gown. He said, a smug smile playing on his lips, "You look stunning, my darling." "I knew this would be the perfect choice."

Sarah tried to keep her cool, her hands shaking with pent-up anger as she faked a tight-lipped smile. Her voice was strained with false politeness as she replied, "It's... lovely," through clenched teeth..

But Sarah couldn't help but feel a wave of hatred rising inside of her as she saw her reflection in the mirror. The woman who was gazing back at her appeared unfamiliar, a mere shadow of the person she had once been.