Adeline sat in her room, staring at the burgundy dress she had just bought, her fingers absentmindedly running over the fabric. She still couldn't believe it. Out of all things, she was going to be the flower girl.
She groaned, burying her face in her hands.
How did this even happen?
It had started so simply—Isabelle had chosen Victoria as her maid of honour. That was natural, expected. Victoria was her closest friend, her sister, and it made perfect sense. Isabelle had then turned to Adeline and asked if she wanted to be a bridesmaid.
Adeline, however, had declined.
It wasn't because she didn't want to support Isabelle—of course, she did. But she wanted to sit back and watch the wedding unfold. She wanted to see it from the audience, to witness everything clearly, to imprint the memory in her mind.
It was something she never wanted to forget.
She thought that was the end of it.