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Fitting The Bride

Chapter 17: Fitting The Bride

The sun was barely peeking through the thick curtains when the maids rushed in, breaking the suffocating silence of the night.

I hadn’t slept. My eyes were swollen, my thoughts circled around the shattered window and the disappearing Fae.

My last hope had slipped through my fingers, and now, it was too late.

The door creaked open, and the head maid entered with an airy laugh. "Good morning, Lady Eris," she said as if today was just any other day. But it wasn’t. It was my wedding day.

Other maids followed her, bustling around me with fabrics, laces, and pins.

They murdered over the white silk dress that had been laid out on the chair near my bed. It shimmered in the morning light, the fabric so smooth it looked like water.

The dress was long, far too long for someone like me, and the veil even longer, falling behind like the weight of the curse itself.

The maids tugged me out. , guiding me toward the gown, “Here, miss…”

I stood there, motionless, as
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