Chapter 74 - Seventy Four
The sound of the shattered vase echoed in the suddenly silent fitting suite. Delia looked at George, her expression unreadable.
" George." She said, her voice low out of surprise. She thought to herself . "What is he doing here?"
He stared back, his eyes fixed on her, taking in the sight of her in the magnificent wedding gown. The salesperson who had been leading him bent down, her hands fluttering nervously as she began to pick up the broken pieces of glass.
"Oh dear, oh dear! Lady Tremaine will be furious," she whispered, her voice trembling.
George ignored her completely. He entered the room, his eyes never leaving Delia.
"Sir... sir, you cannot be in here, it’s off limit." the salesperson said, trying to stop him.
He walked slowly, as if in a trance, seeing Delia looking more beautiful, more ethereal, than he had ever imagined. He stopped a few feet from her, his gaze sweeping over the luxurious room, the expensive dress, the priceless jewels.
"So, it wasn’t enough for you to just marry another man?" he began, his voice low and harsh. He looked around the room with a bitter sneer. "You didn’t even bother to let me know."
Delia gave him a look of pure, cold indifference. "It’s none..." she started to say, but he cut her off.
"Excuses, excuses, excuses," he spat, his voice filled with a self-pitying rage. "You don’t need to make any more excuses, Delia. I see the truth right here in front of me." He continued to stare at her, his expression twisting into something ugly. "To be honest, when I saw you just now in that dress, I hated you. I hated you so much that you betrayed me."
Eric, standing beside Delia, took a protective step forward, his own face hardening into a mask of anger. He wanted to interfere, to throw this man out on his ear, but Delia, without looking at him, gave a slight, almost imperceptible shake of her head, signaling for him not to. She wanted to hear what he had to say.
George took this as an invitation to continue his sly words. "Wow," he said, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. "So you are really doing this to me? You are going to mock me this hard?" His voice began to rise. "All this time, I thought I shouldn’t be the one who is angry. I thought, ’I don’t need to feel sorry for her anymore.’"