Elisha sauntered in, her footsteps reverberating in the place as she walked towards them, capturing their attention effortlessly. Her face was adorned with a self-satisfied smirk as people watched them, whispering and gossiping among themselves.
Draped in a plain white wedding gown plucked from the rack, she exuded confidence, and a smug expression was etched onto her face. The attire boasted a simple elegance, featuring a plunging neckline and a bodice that hugged her waist perfectly before cascading into a graceful flare, the hem touching the ground.
With each stride, the gown's lengthy train trailed behind her. She finally came to a stop, standing beside Caleb. Holding her head up high, she encircled her fingers around his arm. There was a calculated provocation in her gaze. Relishing in the tension she had created, the smirk on her face stretched even wider now, knowing that Caleb was in her possession, that he was all hers right now.
