I look down at the ivory tulle and lace molded to my body, billowing into a full skirt as Emma and Leila fluff up the layers. Christian is messing with my bodice, yanking it tighter from the back, and I know he’s trying to make my cleavage ride up and punch me in the face for maximum “ooomph,” but my breasts are a little tender, and this is not pleasant. Jenny’s messing with my veil, and everything is hemming around me. They are all suffocating me like crazy with their prodding and ...