The day had come, more specifically, the time. Caden sat in the car, driving to one of the prestigious wedding shops while his sister was in the passenger seat. 

He could already feel a headache coming on, and he as yet to arrive at the place Mrs. Levy planned for them to go today. 

"Could you get a sexy dress for the bridesmaids? I love to show off some skin and rather not be covered up because it is a wedding." Yaya commented as she scrolled through her phone. 

Caden's hand tightened around the wheel. And more due to his sister's outfit choice rather than the bridesmaid's comment. He wanted to be angry about how it seemed like they were getting closer and closer to this wedding happening. But his big brother's brain overrode it all. 

"Yaya, you know how I feel about you showing off a lot of skin," Caden responded, trying to keep from grinding his teeth. 

Yaya laughed, "Wow. You did not comment on the bridesmaid's thing, but over me showing skin? I see where your priorities are, brother. 

"I think my priorities are okay." 

"If you say so." 

Caden rolled his eyes as the GPS indicated that they were a minute from arriving at the shop. Yaya glanced at the time then asked, "Is rich boy's mother going to complain about us being a few minutes late? From what I heard from you, she seems like a huge bitch." 

"Yaya!" Caden scolded. 

Yaya shrugged her shoulders, not caring about what she said. She had no filter because she did not see the point of sugarcoating things for people. The world is cruel either way. 

Caden sighed as he pulled into the parking lot. He parked the car, turning it off as he looked at his sister. "I know you speak your mind a lot, and I would never want you to change that. But, can you please tone it down in front of Mrs. Levy?" 

"Why? She is as bad as our parents, and those people are scums. Why should I tone myself down to keep her satisfied?" Yaya asked, putting her phone down to meet her brother's gaze. 

"Because you love me," Caden responded. 

Yaya stared at him for a while before groaning and throwing her hands towards the ceiling. "You better be happy I love you so much because I would never compromise this much for anyone." 

Caden smiled before leaning over to kiss his sister on her head, "You know I love you. I will pay you back for sure." 

Yaya pushed his head away as she opened the car door, "You better." 

They left the car as Caden locked it behind him. Walking towards the entrance, they could see Mrs. Levy standing in front of the door with another woman as she looked impatient. 

Dean's mother kept looking at her watch while tapping her foot. 

Caden internally groaned. They were late because he let his sister help him out with dressing up for today. Yaya could be a perfectionist when it comes to outfits, so they were a bit late. 

When Mrs. Levy saw them, she took one glance at Yaya before turning towards Caden. Her eyes never left him. 

Before Caden could open his mouth to greet the woman, she cut him off. 

"Ten minutes and 34 seconds late. I hope this is not a regular thing, or I will have to disappoint my son with a decision I will make." Mrs. Levy started. 

Caden put his arm behind him as he clenched his fist. He kept a strained smile on his face as he understood what the woman meant. 

'It is stupid to want your child to have a divorce because the wife was late to something.' Caden thought. 

Yaya looked like she wanted to say something rude, but remembering what she promised to Caden, she kept it down. Her body was stiff, though, not showing any signs of relaxing. 

The woman that stood next to Mrs. Levy noticed the heavy tension surrounding the area. 

She opened her mouth, hoping to disperse the tension, "I am Ms. Long, the owner of Elegance Bridal. If you follow me, we can get started." 

Ms. Long turned around, pulling out keys as she unlocked the door. Caden glanced at the store's hours that looked painted onto the glass doors as they walked in. 

The shop was supposed to be closed today, but Caden bet that Mrs. Levy probably paid the woman a lot to have her open it. 

Walking into the shop, Caden looked at all the wedding dresses, feeling dread hitting his stomach. Once upon a time, when he was young, Caden imagined getting married to someone he loves, who will treat him right. 

But in his imagination, he was in a suit, not a wedding dress. Seeing them almost made him feel like he was back with his parents again as they forced him to be a girl before neglecting him. 

Yaya noticed the paleness on Caden's face as she grabbed his hand, holding it. Once Caden felt his sister's hand grounding him, he calmed his nerves. 

"We can always sneak in a suit; get a matching one with the rich boy. Those would be cute wedding pictures." Yaya whispered, trying to lighten up Caden's mood. 

Caden's heart skips a beat at that. He looked at the ring on his finger, thinking about how it would be amazing to marry Dean the right way. 

He wouldn't mind being Mr. Webb-Levy. (Even though his last name reminded him of his parents, it still showed what he accomplished in life). 

Yaya saw his expression as she hit her shoulder against his, "I can tell what you are thinking, big brother." 

Caden rolled his eyes as he could see the playful smirk on Yaya's face. "Shut up." He silently said. 

They stopped in front of a vast mirror with a stage. Some couches surrounded the stage but were a few feet from it. There was a fitting room next to the mirrors as a heavy black curtain was the door. 

Mrs. Levy had been talking to Ms. Long when she turned towards them. "You can sit there and wait for me. I am going to pick out the dresses." 

"Shouldn't I go with you? It is my wedding." Caden asked. He tried to hold back a frown. Even though he does not want to wear one, he still wanted to make his own choices. 

He never liked the way Dean's mother tried to control everything. 

"No." The woman said before walking off with the owner. 

Caden sighed before letting go of his sister's hand to sit on the couch. His sister joined him, lowly commented, "I swear if we looked for the words controlling and bitch in the dictionary, her name would be the definition." 

Caden laughed, not even correcting Yaya. "How old are you? That insult is old school." 

Yaya rolled her eyes before lying down on the couch, putting her legs on Caden. Caden grabbed her legs, holding them closed as Yaya's skirt was short. 

He pulled out his phone, sending a text to Dean. 

Caden: Has your mother ever chilled out? 

Dean: Not from what I have ever seen. My father told me that before I was born, there was a time my mother's heart softened for him, but she became twisted again when an incident happened. Honestly, he says she is like that because of her terrible childhood. 

Caden: I dealt with a terrible childhood, not that I am trying to compare to her. But, she should learn that she does not need to be rude to everyone. 

Dean: From what my father told me. Her parents threw her into a terrible orphanage at four. The orphanage had illegal child labor. Then at twelve, a prostitute and pimp adopted her. And at seventeen, once her adoptive parents died, my father's family made her a maid. 

Dean: My mother dealt with a lot of crazy stuff, but you are right; she should not be how she is to everyone. I wished she could let her guard down around me, but I do not think that will ever happen. 

Caden: Maybe keep trying or find something that would get her to listen. I'm not too fond of the way she takes away decisions from you. 

Dean: Is she making the choices on the wedding dresses? I am sorry once again for all of this. I put you in this position, and I am doing a terrible job of getting you out. 

Caden: One, you did not put me here. I said yes. And two, you are not doing a terrible job. Your mother is exceptionally stubborn and shuts you down each time.

Dean: Yeah, but I do not know how to stand up to her. I am only hurting you more. 

Caden: Even though I wish you could stand up to your mother, I understand it is not easy. Imagine telling someone to stand up to someone who kept them down since birth; it is not something that can quickly happen. 

Caden could see Dean typing back, but he could not read the message as Mrs. Levy came back with four wedding dresses in her hand. 

He pocketed his phone as he put Yaya's legs down and stood up. Yaya followed him, showing her support towards him. 

The mother handed the dresses towards him, "Try these on, so I can see which is the perfect one that will match my son's tuxedo." 

Caden grabbed the dresses, keeping his comments to himself as he nodded his head. He walked towards the fitting room. Ms. Long followed to help him put on the dresses when Yaya stopped her. 

"I can help her. I am an expert on putting on wedding dresses." 

"It is my job." Ms. Long answered. 

"And I was not asking. I am not trying to be rude, but the bride would rather have me do. You are already getting paid, I'm sure, so there is no need to help when I can do it." Yaya responded. 

The woman stared at her for a minute before deflating, "Okay." 

She walked over to the couches. 

Yaya hummed before walking into the fitting room, closing the curtain behind her. She looked at Caden, who was staring at the dresses with a strained expression. 

She sighed. Even though she knew her brother agreed to this, she still wanted to hit Dean and the man's mother for letting this happen. 

Yaya walked over, picking up one of the dresses before saying, "Let's try this one first."

"Okay." Caden slowly responded as he started taking off his clothes.