The Name on My Dress Wasn’t Mine

Ethan Thorne spent over a million dollars customizing a vintage wedding dress for me from Paris, saying I’d wear it on our wedding day.

He called it a once-in-a-lifetime romantic gesture, promising me the perfect dream.

But when I tried it on, I couldn’t even zip it up.

The waist was a size too big, yet the bust felt suffocatingly tight.

I thought the designer had mixed up the measurements and flipped up the skirt to find the tag.

That’s when I noticed a few words embroidered in silver thread on the delicate tulle closest to the heart.

[Sera, forever.]