From Broken Vow To True Love Chapter 03

From Broken Vow To True Love Chapter 03

I snapped back to the present.

Chloe stood there, biting her lower lip, the picture of wounded innocence.

Matt spoke up again.

“Hannah, you’re being way too petty.”

“Chloe drinks and plays poker with us all the time. That’s just who she is.”

“You’re the one twisting it into something else.”

Kevin followed his lead.

“If you can’t even handle Chloe being around, we won’t be able to invite Dorian out anymore.”

In their telling, I was always the one at fault.

I stopped looking at them and turned my gaze back to Chloe.

I’d been so angry I hadn’t really looked at her before.

But now I saw she wasn’t wearing the pale lavender bridesmaid dress I had picked out for her.

She was wearing a pure white, strapless gown, a long train pooling at her feet.

Tiny diamonds glittered at the waist.

Without a veil, it was, for all intents and purposes, a wedding dress.

And it was far more expensive than mine.

I raised my hand and pointed at her.

“Where is the bridesmaid dress I gave you?”

Chloe looked down at herself and shrugged.

“That dress was hideous, and the sizing was way off. I could barely breathe.”

“Coincidentally, Dorian brought this back for me from his trip to Paris, so I just wore it instead.”

She even smiled and edged a little closer to me.

“Hannah, you’re the star today. I couldn’t show up looking shabby and make Dorian’s wedding look cheap, could I?”

“Cheap?”

I stared at her.

“Chloe, you’re wearing white to my wedding. Who, exactly, is supposed to be the main event here?”

Every eye in the room swiveled to her white dress.

You didn’t have to be a genius to see she was trying to steal the show.

The smile on Chloe’s face faltered for a second before she slipped her innocent mask back on.

“Hannah, you’re overthinking it. This is just an evening gown.”

“I don’t know all that wedding etiquette stuff. I just thought it was pretty.”

She ducked a little, hiding behind Dorian.

“If it really bothers you, I can go change. You don’t have to be so aggressive.”

Dorian immediately moved to shield her.

He had clearly lost all patience.

“Hannah Moretti, how long are you going to drag this out?”

“It’s just a dress. I paid for it.”

“I don’t have a problem with it, so what’s the issue?”

He lowered his voice, the words a low hiss meant only for me.

“My mother invited half of Wall Street today. Don’t you dare embarrass me.”

I looked at him and almost laughed.

“*I’m* embarrassing *you*?”

“Dorian, your ‘best friend’ is dressed like a bride at your wedding.”

“The screen is playing a slideshow of your greatest hits. And you’re telling me *I’m* the one with the problem?”

Just as I finished, there was a stir beside us.

Dorian’s mother, Mrs. Lombardi, was walking toward us, flanked by two relatives.

She wore a custom deep-red gown, her posture rigid, her expression thunderous.