(Chelsea's POV)

I should’ve felt beautiful. At least, that was the idea. But all I felt was nervousness eating me raw in a gathering of wine, laughter and the loud humming of violins. All I felt was exposed. Like I’d been peeled out of myself and pushed into someone else's skin.

The silver gown clung to me like it had no intention of letting go. Only Lizzy's words kept me from running out of this large hall and changing into something I was used to. Something that would cover a lot of my skin.

"Honey, you will break marriages when you walk into that hall." Lizzy had whispered earlier while...