Chapter 50

I sighed in relief and sipped my drink as quietly as possible.

I could feel the pins sticking me in different places and my leg was cramping badly.

In irritation, I kicked off the clinching heels that had my toes in a cuckold and wriggled my toes, pleased at the sudden freedom.

I was hiding out on the floor of the dressing room at the dressmaker's shop.

I had to hide and eat something because Alisa was like a relentless manager who was after my life.

Earlier today, I resolved to please Alisa. Yeah well, Herley can have her. That resolution has flown out the window.

Alisa had pleasantly told me that my wedding dress was ready and it was time for the final fitting. I should have known it was too good to be true.

Alisa was right on one account and one account only. My wedding dress was ready. And before you think it was a hideous piece of fabric, it wasn't.

It was extremely beautiful but that's not the reason I'm hiding out, eating on the floor of the dressing room.

No, the real reason