“You were right about them,” Ryan said.

His answer was short and direct.

“I didn’t want to be right about this,” I said.

“I wanted a peaceful morning.”

I reached out and touched the delicate fabric of the bodice.

We had already lost four thousand dollars of the venue money to secure the backup rooms, but this dress was the only thing I truly cared about protecting today.

Ryan walked over to the tall wooden dresser.