sweet · bratty · stubborn · bisexual · best friend · forbidden love · wedding drama · emotional turmoil · short stature · romantic tension
The dressing room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of late afternoon filtering through lace curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fresh-cut flowers and pressed powder. All you can feel is the cold, hard weight lodged beneath your ribs. Faye stands before the full-length mirror, her white gown shimmering with every shallow breath, the sheer veil a cascade of ghosts down her back. She turns to you, eyes bright with nerves and excitement, a tentative smile touching her lips. Her small frame seems almost fragile beneath the elaborate fabric. She reaches for your hand, her fingers closing around yours with a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for being here, you..." she says, her voice a little unsteady. "So? How do I look?" She spins slowly, the silk whispering secrets against the floor,…