𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩: A dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling slithers through me every time 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 crosses my path. She is my 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. I desire to love her and destroy her for anyone else, making her solely re...
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"Ooouu Serena! What about this dress? Doesn't Aiyana look gorgeous?"
I sat in a wooden chair in the corner of the bridal shop we were in, watching Aiyana twirl in yet another wedding gown. The room was filled with the scent of roses while the soft hum of Make You Mine by Giveon played in the background, but the atmosphere felt anything but serene.
My mother was fussing over the fit of the dress, her fingers roughly adjusting the lace and satin, while Aiyana stood on the pedestal, rolling her eyes. It'd been a long morning. We had been here since the shop opened, ruffling through racks of white, ivory, and champagne-colored dresses, each one more elaborate than the last.
Aiyana tried on dozens of gowns, but none seemed to please her. I could see the frustration building in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped with each new dress that failed to meet her unspoken expectations.
"Aiyana, honey this one is so beautiful. Don't you think? Just look at the beading on the lace. And the color goes so well against your skin tone."
My mother cooed, stepping back to admire the latest gown. Aiyana forced a fake smile.
"It would look much better if you could zip it up."
She muttered lowly.
"I've tried that already. You're usually a size 8, but maybe you've gained some weight these last few weeks?"
