Chapter Fifty-Four

Savannah

The bridal shop smells like steamed fabric and perfume, and every inch of me wants to bolt back out the door like the dresses might lunge off the racks and demand answers about my body. Eden links her arm through mine like she's anchoring me without making a show of it, Sienna walks on my other side with her phone ready, already texting Corbin and the boys that they're not allowed to ask