When He Became Mine | COMPLETE

Chapter 2

Keira's POV

Jason still didn't forgive me about moving to California and giving up my dreams of teaching music. How do I know this? He hasn't answered any of my IMs or emails or text messages. He's never done that before. I knew he was upset, but I didn't know how upset he was until I spent three days trying to contact him and receiving no answer.

I tried to forget about it when my wedding planner insist she take me and my mother wedding dress shopping before I had to head for New York at the end of the week. My bridesmaids joined me as well, but despite my friends' cheerful chatter about how excited they were for me and how beautiful I was going to be on my wedding day, I couldn't forget Jason's expression when he realized I was giving up my dreams for the sake of Ethan and our move.

I didn't let anyone know how I was currently feeling or how upset Jason was about this whole getting married and moving business, so while my bridesmaids tried on dresses in pink (Jason was really going to kill me once he realizes the girl who typically hates pink picked that color for her wedding), I drank champagne and discussed wedding plans with the women in my group.

"Tea-length works well for all the girls," my wedding planner, Dawn Wilson, remarked, studying my bridesmaids trying on one of the dresses I had picked out. "That style works well, too."

Honestly, I had no idea what the hell "tea-length" dresses meant. All I knew was that I liked how the dress looked and got them in the proper sizes for my bridesmaids to try on. But apparently it worked well because my wedding planner approved of it, the girls loved them, and my mother was babbling about how she wished she looked like them on her sister's wedding day.

"I like it, Keira," my maid of honor, Olivia, said, twirling in front of the mirror. She smirked, her eyes twinkling, as she glanced back at me. "This is probably the girliest thing you've ever picked out."

I scowled. "Shut up," I protested. "I've been shopping before. I'm not totally clueless."

"Oh, yeah," Olivia said sarcastically. "Hollister sure shows your feminine side."

I pouted. "I'm more feminine now than I was when I was little, you know."

Olivia laughed, hugging me. "Face it, Keira," she said. "Granted you shop more than you did when you were twelve and paint your nails or wear makeup every once and a while, but if you had your choice, jeans would be worn for any occasion."

I opened my mouth to protest but closed it again, realizing she was right. I sighed in defeat. "Just help me pick out some wedding dresses," I grumbled, stalking to the racks of white bridal gowns.

Olivia merely laughed.

It was my dream dress, at least that's what I told the group of women waiting when I emerged from the dressing room after slipping on Dress #4. My real dream dress was Dress #2, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, it didn't feel right to wear it on the day I was to marry Ethan. I felt like the dress deserved to be worn on an even more special day by another bride who probably loved her fiancé more than I did mine.

I forced a smile as my mother and girlfriends squealed over my final choice while my wedding planner chattered away about different veil and headpiece options I could use for my dress. I told myself to act excited, so I did.

As usual, Jason had texted me as soon as we were done dress shopping to ask if everything went well. I babbled about the bridesmaid dresses before he asked me if I found my wedding dress. I really, really wanted to be all excited about it and talk endlessly about it, but once I read that simple question about my success on finding a dress, I broke down and told him the truth.