I stand beside my bed, staring down at the white lace dress stretched across it.

“Well, you said you were sick of the gray dress,” I mutter.

Yes, I did. But I wasn’t expecting Nolan to replace it with… this. And now I’m stuck with what looks like a wedding dress because there’s no way I’m going to get out of wearing it. Not today.

I pick up the dress even though I’d like nothing more than to push open my door and toss it.

“At least it has sleeves.” I hold it up with a ...