“And for some reason, my cousin Winona is claiming she lost her luggage and all she has left is a white dress for the ceremony.”
“We have plenty of alternate dresses in our wardrobe closet,” I said. “If she or anyone else shows up in anything close to white, security will direct her away to change.”
“Thanks.” She wrung her hands so hard they reddened.
As she paced the suite, her veil floated against the floor.
My eyes fixated on a loose bead.
Madison, tell one of the interns to bring a sewing kit up to the bridal suite. STAT.
Madison
On it. They’ll slide it under the door.
I focused my attention on the bride’s hair, making sure not a strand was out of place when she suddenly stepped in front of me.
“Are you ready to let in the bridesmaids and put on your dress?” I asked.
“Yes and no.”
“The answer can’t be both…”
“My fiancé asked me to sign the worst prenup in the world last night,” she said. “I honestly thought it was a joke when I read all the terms, but he had his lawyer call and ask if I needed help understanding anything between the ‘can’t gain any more than five pounds during the marriage’ and the ‘sex must happen at least six times a week’ clauses.”
I blinked.
“There’s even a clause about how I’m required to get Botox whenever my wrinkles appear…”
My heart sank. I had no idea what to say.
Worse, I couldn’t bear to fake a smile and tell her it was “just nerves,” or “calm down, he’s the one,” like I usually did.
“I mean, I get it. He’s wealthy as hell and everyone has expectations, but…” She tapped her lip. “We’ve been together six years, and I did gain a little weight a few years ago, but… I honestly thought he loved me for me.”
“Okay, there.” She leaned closer to me. “So?”
“So, what?”
“Give me your thoughts,” she said. “This is your lane.”
“No, no, no…” I could barely hear my voice. “Weddingsare my lane. I don’t know anything about relationship stuff, honestly.”
“Relationship stuff?” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m sure you can give more fairytale and villain stats like the ones you spouted off to get us to sign you for our big day.”
“I think you should call in your friends and family to discuss this situation.”
“My friends aren’t here.” She shook her head. “They all despise him and always said he wasn’t the right guy for me… And I paid my cousin to come here so I wouldn’t be completely alone.”
“What about your bridesmaids?” I asked. “I thought?—”
“They’re all from his side of the family.” Her voice cracked. “Minus the two that are influencers. We’re paying them to promote his champagne brand on Instagram.”
“I wouldn’t be upset if the prenup was actually fair, but… I’ve lost so much of my life for him already, and I can’t afford to give up control of what’s left.”
Tears rolled past her cheeks, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sewing kit scooting under the door.
“What should I do?” she asked. “He’s demanding that I sign the prenup before the ceremony, and…”
