His Wife

Adria

I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror, admiring the white dress I’d bought at the last minute.

The dress was beautiful, ending at my knees with a silver lining at the neckline and delicate pearls hanging from it.

It felt ironic how a dress so pretty could be for an occasion so… fake. I wasn’t just the event planner anymore. Now, I was the bride.

I had pinned my hair into a bun an