Sophie’s POV

“Miss Sophie, which wedding gown here would you like to wear?” asked the bridal stylist to me as the maids keep on bringing different wedding gowns.

I looked at the gowns without any emotion on my face. “You can just choose for me.”

The stylist looked surprised. “O-Okay, Miss Sophie. I think the first one would look good on you.”

“Okay.”

I’m going to marry a man that I don’t even love. I’ve been dreaming about getting married since I was a kid. I don’t care if it’s simple; I don’t care what place we’re going to get married at, and I don’t even care what gown would...