Chapter 4

The studio was dead silent.

I couldn't take my eyes off those two silver letters, a wave of nausea crashing over me.

So that was it.

No wonder the fit was so perfect.

No wonder he didn't even hesitate to hand it over to Olivia when she had to step in at the last minute.

This so-called custom-made wedding dress for me, the one that cost over three hundred thousand dollars, had never really been for me. From the start, Jason had ordered it to Olivia's measurements and initials.

I grabbed the embroidered patch and shoved it right in Jason's…