99 Broken Vows：The Bride Strikes Back

Inside the VIP fitting room of Vera Wang's New York flagship,

as three assistants gave up trying to zip my six-figure custom gown,

the truth finally hit me:

this grand wedding Julian Thorne had spun for me was a lie from the very start.

He stood a few feet away, showing no remorse.

All I saw was impatience.

""Ava, is your personal trainer just for show?

It’s a standard size.""

He looked me over like a bad investment.

""Whatever.

The wedding is next week.

Starve yourself for a few days, and you'll squeeze into it.""

Same old bullshit.