Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Wedding Day

My reflection told me I'd lost weight, just like the bridal magazines ordered, only I doubted they'd recommend my particular method of loss as something conducive to mental health or a long, happy marriage.

Good thing I wasn't your typical bride then, huh?

I'd felt pretty guilty over losing, not just my dress to Rosebert's attentions, but Mom's as well, the gown burned up with my bed and breakfast.

"The last of my worries, sweetie," she'd said as I'd tried to apologize yesterday morning, the sun rising on the still smoking ruin of Petunia's. I could see the thin black cloud in the distance from her kitchen windows and couldn't help but stare at it in sick fascination while Mom did her best to distract me.

When Daisy appeared with a garment bag and a giant smile on her face, Vivian French in tow, I had forced myself into a happier state and found it turn to real pleasure at the sight of the gorgeous dress they showed me.