Her Secret

2|Some Man Giving Orders

Elianna's POV

2 weeks later

Things were happening fast.

The wedding was set for next week.

Here I was in-front of a bridal shop with a simple note from him saying to try on my dress because the wedding is next week.

He makes me sick. He couldn't even take the time to just talk to me.

Hey, maybe I'm still salty from him leaving me hanging the other day.

He didn't even give me a chance to help plan our wedding.

I checked the back of the note to see if he said anything else. Maybe he left his number, email or something so I can contact him but there was nothing.

Just blankness.

I sighed before opening the door with a smile on my face.

I am Elianna De Luca. I can't let my fiancé bring me down.

A smile is always on my face except when I'm really pissed.

I haven't even told Haze or anyone from my dance crew that I was engaged.

"May I help you?" one of the workers asked politely.

"Uh yes, I am here to try on a dress. I'm Elianna De Luca."

She raised an eyebrow, probably confused by my minimal information.

"I don't know what to tell you. Enzo sent me."

Her eyes widened and all the other workers stopped what they were doing to watch me.

She instantly bowed her head to me. "Sorry we didn't recognize earlier madam, please forgive us."

All the other workers bowed their heads as well.

I looked around confused. What are they doing?

"It's ok, get up," I simply said feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Please madam, follow me," she said before leading me to a spacious room with a couch and a changing room.

"Is there anything I can get you, madam?"

"Please call me Elianna or Elle." I smiled. I hated formalities.

"I cannot do that madam," she said not daring to look me in the eye. "Please is there something I can get you to drink?"

I shook my head.

"Could you bring me the best mermaid dresses you have?"

She looked up at me before quickly looking back down.

"Sir said you are only allowed to try on the dress he has prepared for you. We only need to see what adjustments need to be made, madam."

I scoffed. He wants to control what wedding dress I wear too?

He is really getting to me.

"Well, is it a mermaid dress at least?"

I always wanted a mermaid dress. Mom wore a mermaid dress to her and papa's wedding.

She was absolutely stunning in it and every time I look at their photos, I promised myself I would get a mermaid dress.

"No madam, it is a ball room dress."

I walked up closer to her with a smile.

"You're going to get me a mermaid dress. I don't care what Enzo says. I can handle him."