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➤【 yandere step father x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a man falls for the dangerous temptation of loving his step daughter, something that only brings with it a spiraling obsession that consumes him...
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"How does this one look, (Y/N)?" Katherine asked as she stood in front of the large floor to ceiling triple-mirror stand in one of the most prominent wedding dress boutiques in the city, currently wearing an ivory gown with ruffles seeming to be everywhere, two attendants helping her by adjusting and moving the dress around. "I mean, I love the top but the bottom... not so much. I don't know, though."
"It looks pretty on you, mom, but if you don't like one aspect of it, it's probably not the right pick," (Y/N) shrugged, sitting in a chair only a few feet away from Katherine.
"Hm... you're probably right," Katherine nodded before turning to the attendants. "Ladies, the next dress, please."
"Of course, ma'am," one of the women nodded.
(Y/N) slightly slumped in her seat, happy to be spending time with her mom yet uneasy since it was wedding dress shopping for a wedding that she thought was happening way too soon. Devon assured her the other day that everything would play out smoothly, and as much as she wanted to convince herself that he was right, a small part of her unconscious couldn't help but question why he seemed so confidant about such a fact.
Her thoughts were then interrupted.
"Oh, wow, now this one is gorgeous," Katherine exclaimed as she stepped out from the dressing room to reveal a fluffy white gown that cascades perfectly down her body.
"Wow, mom," (Y/N) smiled warmly. "You look beautiful. What do you think?"
"I think this is the one."
"After a few hours of searching?" She joked.
"Yes, yes," Katherine chuckled as she turned back to look at herself in the reflection of the mirror, her expression softening the longer she stared.
In that moment, (Y/N) realized that her mother was already imagining herself walking down that aisle, in that dress, towards her future. It made her heart slightly clench, both in guilt and joy—guilt that she had ever doubted her mother's happiness, and joy that her mother actually was happy. Glancing down at her hands that had been fidgeting in her lap, she allowed herself to still, and to relax, thinking back to Devon's words the previous evening.
He was right.
Neither he nor her mother would rush into something, especially something as important as their marriage to one another.
