Alexa

“Leave me alone,” I said to the bridal makeup artists.

At my command, the two maids bowed respectfully to me before stepping out of the women’s dressing room. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. An orphan who now lived alone, forced to depend on my jerk fiancé.

My brown hair was styled in a high updo with small curls framing my face. The ivory-white off-shoulder gown I wore was indeed beautiful and luxurious. Crystals and pearls adorned the satin fabric, reflecting every spectrum of light that touched it. Under the spotlight, I shimmered in the embrace of diamond jewelry decorating my neck, ears, wrists, and hair.

But...