Damien put on a helpless look and turned to me. "Estelle, let her try it on, okay? Just this once. Please, let her go first." I handed the gown to Vivian without a word. There was no protest and no reaction. 'Damien, I wanted to spend our final moments alone, to show you the wedding dress I had chosen. 'Now, you even took that chance away from me. 'Since you did not know how to treasure it, I could only hope that you would not regret the choice you made today when I was gone.' He even asked me to go with Vivian to the fitting room and still was not done giving instructions. "Don't let her bend over. Her body's too heavy now. Be careful with the train of the dress. Don't let her trip…" I listened in silence, swallowing the bitterness in my chest. Vivian was right. Damien would make a good father. I helped her into the wedding dress with great effort. She gave me a smug look. Suddenly, she grabbed the front row of mannequins, each over six feet tall, and yanked them down. She staggered back just enough to dodge the first falling mannequin, then screamed as they crashed down. "Help! My baby…" Damien flew across the boutique and swept her into his arms, diving to shield her. Nevertheless, I was hit squarely in the leg by the first mannequin and watched, wide-eyed, as the rest came toppling toward me. "Damien! Help me!" My voice was drowned out by the chaos of crashing figures. I saw him carrying Vivian, running for the door without even turning back. Half my body was pinned under the heavy mannequins. Pain throbbed through my ribs and arm. Still, it was nothing compared to the pain of my heart shattering into pieces. I curled up on the floor, slowly closed my eyes, and let the tears fall freely down my face.