Maisie
I had not planned for this.
In my defense, I had planned for approximately none of the last two months of my life, so this was really just consistent behavior.
Tessa was shrieking beneath me at a pitch that I was fairly certain could shatter glass.
And goddess, she was beautiful, which somehow made everything worse. Silver hair fanned across the red carpet, her gown spread out on the aisle, and she was staring at me with pure murder.
"Get off me!" she screamed. "Get off, you miserable wretch!"
I tried scrambling backward. My chain caught on something—her dress, her gorgeous, elaborate, multiple-layered dress—and I yanked it free with a sound that was definitely tearing. "That was absolutely not intentional—"
She shrieked again.
I tugged my hand away, but the length of pearl decorating her hair came off, wrenching strands of her hair with it. "That… was totally an accident—"
"My hair!" She cried.
