Selene walked into the bridal store like a storm in heels.
“Good afternoon, Miss—”
“I’m the bride,” Selene snapped. “Where’s my gown?”
The consultant blinked. “Y-yes ma’am. Right this way.”
Selene yanked her phone out as she walked.
No answer.
She scoffed. “Of course.”
Inside the fitting room, three stylists surrounded her, lifting layers of white satin...