Chapter 3

3.

Trevor probably realized I was a bit unhappy, squeezed out a smile, and said, "I'll go with you to pick up your custom-made wedding dress tomorrow."

I wanted to refuse, but he insisted.

However, when we arrived at the bridal shop the next day, the sight before me made my breath catch.

Sierra was wearing my wedding dress, admiring herself in the mirror.

She smiled innocently and smugly. "Oh my, it turns out you and I have such similar figures. But it's a bit tight around the chest, it's almost bursting."

She pretended to look down at the unraveled seam with fake apologies. "Sorry about that, Quinn. How about I pay for a new one for you?"

My face darkened, and my anger was almost bursting out.

Seeing my expression, Trevor hurried to speak before me, frowning at her. "Hurry up and take it off, Sierra."

Saying that, he turned to me and tried to persuade me. "Don't be mad. She just wanted to give you a surprise and help you try on the dress. She said she wanted to be your bridesmaid, so I told her the address."

I looked at him coldly, feeling nothing but a chill in my heart, and let out a sarcastic laugh after a long while. "She wants to be my bridesmaid? And then wear my wedding dress?"

He sighed, his tone actually carrying some helplessness. "Oh, she just has a childish temper. Don't hold it against her."

I sneered and stared at him. "Childish? She is older than me, Trevor."

He froze for a moment, seeming choked by my words, and the smile on his face stiffened a bit.

Right then, Sierra walked over, putting on a fake apologetic look. "I'm so sorry, Quinn. I really liked this wedding dress too much and couldn't resist trying it on. You won't blame me, right?"

I glanced at her coldly, too lazy to say another word.

The shop assistant sensibly brought a new wedding dress and handed it to me.

I took the dress and turned to walk into the fitting room. Just as I was about to change, Sierra actually followed me in.

I coldly watched Sierra pestering me in the fitting room and couldn't help asking, "What exactly do you want?"

She laughed, her eyes full of smugness. "Do you really think Trevor is marrying you because he loves you?"

I was provoked by her and fought back with a sneer. "So what? No matter how much of a fuss you make, I'll still be the bride the day after tomorrow. If you're really that capable, make him cancel the wedding."

Her smile froze, anger surfaced on her face, and she said sarcastically, "It's just because he pities you."

I looked at her with disdain.

Her face instantly changed, a vicious look flashed across her eyes, and she raised her hand.

I thought she was going to hit me, but I didn't expect her to slap herself hard and then exclaim, "Quinn, what are you doing?"