As I removed the wedding dress, my fingers shook. I didn't bother to hang it up again, just left it on the floor as I stuffed myself back into my clothes and hurried into the boutique, regret and anger warring in my chest, though why or at whom I was angry was a mystery.

I left the store because Luke wasn't there. Cole was waiting to let me into the car, which was a relief. I climbed in after he opened the door.

My fiance sat still and watched passing automobiles.

I mumbled. "Sorry, Luke, I...didn't know..."

He glared at me.  

I found his ambiguous indifference scarier than fury.

He...