Raven
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My heart aches as I take my sister's wedding dress off the hanger. It's beautiful, and it's going to look amazing on her. Every second of designing and sewing this was torture. It was a reminder that my unrequited love ends here. Thankfully, Ares doesn't seem to have told Hannah about what I did, and he hasn't given it much thought either. I thought I'd destroyed our friendship, but instead, he's just been texting me a lot more. He seems worried, and it's ridiculous, because he's the source of my agony.
The tips of my fingers brush over the contours of Hannah's dress, my heart hollow. I designed a mermaid dress for her with a separate train that fastens around the waist, essentially giving Hannah two dresses in one. I can already imagine the way Ares will react when he sees her walk down the aisle in this. He won't be able to take his eyes off her, and I'll have to stand there as he looks at her the way I've always wanted him to look at me.