Betty’s POV

Loretta meant what she said about making me look like trouble. She had practically turned the suite into a private fashion battlefield. It was complete chaos. Several garment bags were unzipped, heels lined the floor like soldiers, and her assistants moved with terrifying efficiency.

At some point I stopped trying to keep track of how many dresses I had tried on. My engagement party look, which I had once thought was breathtaking, now felt like a child playing dress up.

Through ...