“I told you we could pull this off,” Dinah said smugly, running her thumb along the corner of Chloe’s mouth to fix her lipstick.
“I have to give you credit, Dinah. This may well be the most clever thing you’ve ever done.”
Dinah smirked. “I know. I love you, too. There,” she added, stepping back. “Now you’re perfect. He won’t know what hit him.”
Resisting an urge to bite her lip in anticipation, Chloe stood, turning to face the mirrors. She inhaled. My God, she thought quietly. This is finally happening. This is the real thing.
“So this is the infamous Vera Wang dress,” Dinah commented, eyeing Chloe’s beautiful gown, the one that had caused Chloe to snap all those months ago and break off her fake engagement to Oliver. “You look beautiful in it.”
She did. Chloe felt like she was wearing a cloud, the delicate chiffon skirt full and wide, sweeping around her like a cloud of smoke. Vera had had the thin straps and bodice with its sweetheart neckline altered to fit Chloe exactly, and—upon learning the color scheme for Chloe’s wedding—had added sparkling gold detailing to the skirt, making it appear almost gilded in the correct lighting.
Chloe smoothed her hands over it, letting the shimmering gold and ivory fabric run through her fingers like water. She remembered being terrified of this dress when she first saw it. She’d envisioned the tight bodice suffocating her, the flowing skirts tripping and drowning her, as if the very fabric had been spun from all her lies. But now…now that she and Oliver had worked things out, now that they each knew where they stood with one another, Chloe had realized that she couldn’t imagine herself getting married in any other dress. Somehow, the fact that it had scared her at first felt like the perfect representation of her relationship with Oliver. It had frightened her and she’d run away from it, but in the end it was perfect for her. Just like Oliver. Chloe smiled to herself.