The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)(17)
I chuckle in amusement and nod. “Yeah,” I agree. “I’m done. I’m done caring about him, hoping that someday I might have a chance. It’s time to move on.”
He nods hesitantly, and I wonder if at least a tiny part of him realizes that it’s him I’m talking about. With the way I acted last night, surely he must at least suspect it?
“Come on,” he says. “Get dressed, and I’ll drive you home.”
Chapter Ten
Raven
My heart aches as I take my sister’s wedding dress off the hanger. It’s beautiful, and it’s going to look amazing on her. Every second of designing and sewing this was torture. It was a reminder that my unrequited love ends here. Thankfully, Ares doesn’t seem to have told Hannah about what I did, and he hasn’t given it much thought either. I thought I’d destroyed our friendship, but instead, he’s just been texting me a lot more. He seems worried, and it’s ridiculous, because he’s the source of my agony.
The tips of my fingers brush over the contours of Hannah’s dress, my heart hollow. I designed a mermaid dress for her with a separate train that fastens around the waist, essentially giving Hannah two dresses in one. I can already imagine the way Ares will look at her when he sees her walk down the aisle in this. He won’t be able to take his eyes off her, and I’ll have to stand there as he looks at her the way I’ve always wanted him to look at me.
“Raven!”
I turn toward the door at the sound of my sister’s voice and force a smile onto my face. “Ready for your last dress fitting?”
She nods, her eyes roaming over the dress in delight. “It’s beautiful. Is there anything you can’t do?”
I smile at her through the pain. “Let’s see if it fits or not. I can make some final adjustments the night before the wedding to ensure it fits perfectly, but I doubt your weight will fluctuate much in the next two weeks.”
She nods and takes the dress from me, disappearing into a fitting room where two attendants are waiting for her. I wonder if I’ll ever find myself trying on the dress of my dreams. I can’t imagine finding someone I’d actually want to marry.
Hannah emerges from the fitting room looking like the superstar she is, and this time my smile turns genuine. She looks beautiful, and seeing her wearing one of my grandest designs is surreal.
“Wow,” I whisper.
Hannah chuckles and turns around for me. “It’s perfect, Rave. I love it.”
She turns toward the mirror and assesses the dress carefully. “Did you decide if you’re bringing a date to the wedding? Don’t forget the NDA. No one can know what event they’re actually attending until the day of our wedding, or we’ll have the paparazzi swarming us.”
“I know,” I remind her. “Don’t worry. I’m not bringing a date. Your wedding day is all about you, and I want to be there for you. I can’t do that if I have to entertain a date. Besides, I’m not seeing anyone.”
Because of Hannah’s popularity, her wedding has been kept under wraps. Not even her closest friends will be told that the party they’re invited to is her wedding. Chances of the news leaking are too high, and no amount of security could keep the press away if they caught wind of a wedding between the CEO of one of the largest media companies and a famous actress.
“I suppose it’s good that you aren’t dating anyone,” she says absentmindedly. “You’re lucky in that sense, I guess. Enjoy being single for as long as you can. I didn’t have that luxury for very long.”
Luxury. I smile mockingly, my spine straightening. I’d do anything to trade places with her. “Is everything okay?” I ask, forcing myself to remain kind and calm. These days, the bitterness runs so deep that I can taste it on my tongue, but I can’t let it show.
“I don’t know,” she says, her voice soft. “Ares and I are always fighting these days. We’re barely even friends anymore, and it’s just insane that we’re getting married. Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been different if Ares hadn’t been my first boyfriend. I’d never been in a serious relationship before him, and because of that, we’ve always felt like a work-in-progress. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we’d met once we’d already been in a few relationships. If we’d learned our lessons before we got together, would everything have felt a little easier?”
I blink in surprise, unsure what to say. Ares and Hannah always seemed like the perfect couple to me. I never realized they had any issues at all, but I suppose it makes sense that they do.
“There’s a certain beauty in growing together, Han. Knowing that everything you two have accomplished, you did together… that is admirable and enviable. Maybe things could have been different, but they aren’t, and you two have made the best of the cards you were dealt.”
She nods and looks at me, vulnerability in her expression. “Maybe, Rave. I’m not sure, you know? It’s just been so hard. The Windsors have so many rules when it comes to our marriage. Did you know Ares and I aren’t allowed to stay away from each other for more than three consecutive nights during the entire first three years of our marriage? It’s insane, but if we breach their terms, Ares loses his inheritance. They’re just so different from us. When I was younger, I thought it was amazing. It made me feel like I was marrying into royalty, but now? Now it’s constricting and putting so much strain on my relationship with Ares and my career. I can’t just take a break from filming for an entire year, and Ares can’t always accompany me on set. How are we supposed to abide by the three-night-rule?”