(Author's POV)
The last guest had barely cleared the venue before Sienna started tearing the dresses apart.
She went through them one by one - the ceremony gown, the reception dress, the backup she'd never even worn. Her fingers found the seams and pulled. Pearl buttons scattered across the floor like spilled rice. Lace came away in strips. The sound of fabric ripping filled the dressing room until there was nothing left to destroy.
Then she stood in the middle of it all, breathing hard, and looked at Jasper.
"You did this," she said. "You and her. You handed her a front-row seat to my humiliation and you just stood there."
Jasper sat on the edge of the vanity bench, his jacket off, his tie loosened. He looked like a man who had been awake for three days.
"I stood at the altar," he s
