Summary
Chapter 0
My Shadow Doesn’t Want Me to Get Married
A week before my wedding, I went to try on wedding dresses.
My fiancé stood in front of the mirror and asked gently, “Do you like it?”
I was just about to nod when the shadow beneath my feet suddenly stretched out a black hand, grabbed the hem of the wedding dress, and yanked hard.
Rip.
The whole shop went silent.
I looked down.
My shadow was sprawled on the floor, slowly writing three words:
“He won’t do.”