“Everyone! Come see my sister’s wedding dress!”
More students gathered. I stood there, frozen, as they circled around me. The dress felt like it was suffocating me. I glanced at the royal guards, but they stared over my head, either too stupid or too full of shame to meet my gaze.
Bianca pulled a marker from her purse and held it up. “Anyone want to sign the dress? It’s traditional in our family.”
I shot her a look. “No, it’s not.”
Bianca smiled. “Well, it is now,” she said as a girl stepped forward first. She took the marker and scrawled something across the skirt. I couldn’t see what it said, but the crowd laughed at whatever it was.
Another student stepped forward. And another. Soon, there was a line of people waiting to write on the dress. Some wrote their names. Others wrote insults.
“Liar.”
“Fake.”
“Traitor.”
I just stood there and took it. What else could I do?
As another student, male this time, leaned in to write something on the bodice with an ugly sneer, I looked up and saw a familiar figure in the distance.
Callum was standing at the edge of the crowd. He was staring at me. From here, I couldn’t read his expression, but my heart surged at the sight of him. Despite everything, I knew he would help me. He had to.
I looked at him imploringly. I tried to tell him with my eyes that I was sorry, that I never wanted this, that I still loved him even though I’d fucked everything up.
He stared back for a long moment before he simply turned and walked away.
My chest caved in. I watched him disappear around the corner, and for a moment, I forgot about the dress and the markers and Bianca and everything else. All I could think about was the fact that Callum had just walked away from me. Again.


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