His Mistress Wore My Engagement Dress

I was touching up my lipstick when Nathan walked into the private suite of our engagement party, bringing that financially struggling college classmate with him.

"Chloe accidentally got her dress dirty. Could you lend her yours for a bit?" He said, and after I froze for a few seconds, he added, "Everyone knows you're the star today. It doesn't matter what you wear."

A girl stood by the door, her canvas shoes worn white from washing, timidly saying hello.

Tara stepped in front of me. "This is Summer's engagement party! She went to thirty stores to find this dress!"

Nathan glanced at me.