"And... done," the stylist announced, her voice filled with a satisfied finality as she fixed the last detail on my dress.
My sister, Leola, who had been a whirlwind of nervous energy the entire time I was getting ready, practically squealed in excitement. "You look so beautiful!" she gushed, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child. "Oh, my gosh, I can't believe you're already getting married."
Her joy was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside of me. I forced a small smile, a flimsy mask to hide the turmoil. "You look excited to send me away," I joked, the words feeling hollow on my tongue. Today was the day. The day I would legally and officially be bound to Nash, and Kylie was nowhere to be seen. I still had no idea how I would get out of this.
At my joke, her face fell,
