Chapter 430: Wedding Dress Shopping

The sales assistant behind me is waiting patiently, a dress in her arms. She must be in her late fifties. Her hair is greying and she has crows feet and laughter lines that give her a friendly appearance.

I pull my hand away and smile through the mirror at her. It's a bit silly but that white dress is scarier than any of the criminals I've put away.

She steps forward to help me into the dress. I follow her instructions almost mechanically, my mind drifting. She's not particularly chatty and for that I'm grateful.

The last thing I want to do right now is make small talk. My gut keeps twisting nervously to the point where I feel like I could throw up all over this pretty dress.

"What do you think?" she says after a moment, forcing my attention back to the task at hand.

My eyes move back to the mirror.

"Is it not a bit much?" I ask, my eyes wide.