"Oh." my mouth fell open in surprise.
Of course. A wedding, no matter how forced, included wedding gowns. How could I have been taken unawares by her words?
"Right, wedding gowns!" I clapped my hands, trying to seem more enthusiastic.
No wonder Damon looked like he was walking towards the gallows. I've seen him bleeding from wounds with more enthusiasm than he had shown this entire wedding preparation.
"Is it only me, or can Blaise come along as well?" I asked casually.
The more people I could pull in to share in the awfulness of such a task, the better. Misery loves company after all.
"Why not?" Dahlia shrugged. "I'm already getting Damon's opinion and yours." She shot Damon a lovestruck look, trailing her fingers up his arm.
Damon did not flinch or pull away, but he stared into the distance with a blank look in his eyes, as though his soul was in another realm altogether.
