Enemy at the Altar

Vivienne’s POV

My mother wiped at her eyes with a lace tissue, putting on a grand, theatrical show for the stylists packing up their extensive makeup kits. "You look so beautiful, darling."

I stared blankly at my own reflection in the towering vanity mirror. I fought a massive urge to roll my eyes at her desperate display. The heavy silk of my wedding gown felt less like a celebration and more li