Audrey immediately launched into her act, playing the innocent, helpless girl. Her eyes filled with fake tears, her voice quivering.
“Simon, did I do something wrong? Why is she so angry?” she whined, acting all soft and fragile.
Simon, of course, stepped in front of her, blocking me from her view like I was some sort of threat. "Bianca, it's just a dress!" he sneered. "Besides, you're still going to wear it for me at the wedding. So what's the big deal? If it’s that important to you, why not just make a new one?"
My blood boiled. "Who says I'm wearing it for you?" I shot back, my voice colder than I meant it to be. "This is the dress I'm wearing for my wedding."
Simon scoffed and shook his head like I was some naive child. “Come on, Bianca, don’t act like you don’t know. Your wedding is our wedding. I already agreed to marry you. There’s no need to keep up this act.”
That was it. I was done.
I glanced at the scissors lying on the nearby table, grabbed them, and walked straight toward Audrey's dress. Without hesitation, I sliced the hem of the fabric, cutting it near her leg.
"Simon," I said, my voice cold and sharp, every word carrying weight, "since you're so sure of yourself, watch closely. I won't settle for anything dirty. And I won't keep the dress stained."
Simon froze, his eyes wide with shock. In the past, no matter how I acted—whether playful or bratty—he’d never seen me like this. Never seen me so serious, so determined.
His instincts kicked in, and he reached for me, but before he could make a move, Audrey's high-pitched voice sliced through the tension.
“Simon, my leg! I think I scraped it. It really hurts, but don’t worry about me. Go take care of her. This is all my fault…”
Simon hesitated for a moment, torn between me and Audrey. He looked from my retreating form to her, and then back at me. After a long, suffocating pause, he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
“Don’t worry about her. An insecure woman like her needs to be taught a lesson. Maybe this will help her reflect.”
I couldn’t respond. My body went numb, and my heart felt like it had dropped into a void. I just stood there, watching as my wedding dress—the one I’d poured my heart into—began to fall apart in my hands. The delicate fabric unraveled, just like everything else in my life.