CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

JESSICA'S POV.

As the reception wound down, I found myself standing at the entrance, greeting guests as they left. I plastered a smile on my face, thanking them for coming and wishing them a good night. But inside, I felt hollow and empty. This was not the wedding I had envisioned for myself, and I felt like a fraud, pretending to be happy when I was anything but.

"Congratulations, Melissa," a random redheaded woman came up to me with her kid latched onto her arm. "Your dress was so stunning by the way, but I couldn't wait to get you alone for this."

Get me alone why?

Just as I was about to ask her what it was, Greg came up to us with a big smirk. "The dress was from our line. If you're ever interested in our dresses, then we got you?"

"Oh ... Yeah the dress ...was awesome," the woman said, awkwardly, looking flustered and angry that Greg had interrupted. "I'd keep you in mind, surely."

"Thank you. I'll be looking forward to it," Greg said, before throwing me a salute and walking awa