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STELLA’s POV
“Relax…” Tyler said calmly as he started to walk towards me. “I’m just going to help you change your dress. I know you’re not comfortable on that wedding gown.”
“Help me change my dress?” I exclaimed, taking a step backward until I could feel my back on the cold wall. “Don’t you dare!” I warned him when he cornered me against the wall and tried to touch me.
“I’m not going to do anything. I’ll just help you to—“
I don’t want to feel his hand on me again. I don’t want him to touch me again and the next thing I knew was landing a hard slap across his face.
Tyler froze. And I do, too. Tears formed in my eyes and my chest tightened that I found it hard to breathe. My hands shook as I just realized my bold move.