Zara's Pov
It was finally two days to the wedding. Zen had sent different stylists to the house a few days ago to take my measurements, and now they had arrived to show me different wedding dress options with my exact size.
Feeling overwhelmed, I decided to invite Amy over. She was the only one who could assist me with my emotions.
"What do you think of this? I think it's going to look good on you," Amy asked, scanning the white wedding dress with a big smile on her face.
We were all in my room, three stylists stood before us with their heads bowed and a long rack full of expensive-looking wedding dresses. One of which could cost the same amount I earn every month from work. It was that much.
"You seem more excited about this wedding than I am," I said with a smirk, sitting at the edge of the bed with disinterest.
"Of course!!! I know--" Amy immediately paused before she could blurt out the whole secret.
