Wedding dress

Fiona's POV

I paced back and forth in my room, biting my lip so hard I thought it might bleed. My feet sank into the soft carpet with every step, but it didn't soothe the storm brewing inside me. Today was supposed to be my wedding day, and I didn't even have a dress.

A wedding. I should be scared, right? My stomach should be tied up in knots, my brain racing with every possible way this could go wrong. Jeremy was still out there somewhere, and I had no doubt he was planning something. But the truth was, I wasn't scared anymore—not of him, anyway.

I was angry.

He wanted me to be terrified, to cower in some corner and let fear paralyze me. But I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. Not today.