My fiancé went pale when I walked down the aisle in pajamas. He’d agreed to spend $20,000 on my dream wedding dress, and now two hundred guests were staring at me. His mother looked furious. But when he asked where the dress was, I knew our wedding could go two very different ways.
My fiancé’s smile disappeared the moment he saw me.
Ethan stood at the altar in his brother’s borrowed suit, staring at my ivory white silk slip dress.
I’d added a veil and a little silver tiara, but nobody could mistake my outfit for a wedding gown.
It was meant to be my post-wedding pajamas, after all.
Three weeks earlier, he’d watched $20,000 leave our joint account to pay for the dress I’d fallen in love with.
Now, two hundred guests were watching me walk toward him in pajamas.
His mother looked horrified.
His brother lowered his head.
And Ethan looked as though he might walk away.
But the dress wasn’t the only thing I’d kept from him.
My name is Kiara.
Six weeks before our wedding, Ethan and I had been planning the happiest year of our lives.
We’d been together for four years, saving for our first apartment while putting together a wedding we could afford.
The apartment was on the third floor of a modest building.
It had two bedrooms, a sunny kitchen, and a little balcony overlooking a courtyard.
During our viewing, Ethan had stood outside for several minutes.
“Coffee here every Sunday,” he’d said.
“Only if you’re making it.”
He’d wrapped his arms around me.
We thought we were finally close to everything we’d worked for.
Then we lost $300,000.
We’d invested the money in a business venture recommended by someone Ethan trusted.
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