Sadie POV
I stared at the gown blinking back tears, a stark reminder of what was to come. It was beautiful, even I could admit that a strapless white concoction that clung tightly to my bodice, skimmed my stomach, and then flowed down to my ankles. It was perfect. Any bride would be envious. The dressmaker must have worked on it day and night to have it completed on time. I swallowed hard, my hair tied up in a chignon, heels on my feet. My heart was pounding. Gray gave me a forlorn look. He could sense my distress. Chelsea was clad in a gown of pale green which complimented her hair, with matching shoes. She had spaghetti straps and diamontes on the shoulder. She looked just as miserable as I probably did.
"I'm sorry Sadie," she said thickly "but it looks like there's nothing that we ca
