Felix was no longer the man she wanted to marry.
How could she possibly choose a wedding gown she liked?
“Miss Rowan, what do you think of this one?”
A voice suddenly spoke up.
The lead stylist immediately turned a stern look on the young woman who had spoken.
She was just about to reprimand her when Stella raised her eyes.
One glance was enough.
“That one’s not bad.”
The lead stylist froze.
“You can help me try it on,” Stella said.
It was Remi.
She had followed Stella all the way back to Eirden and somehow infiltrated the bridal team.
Remi nodded.
“Of course, Miss Rowan.”
She eagerly found a gown identical to the one she was wearing and carried it over.
“Miss Rowan.”
“Let’s use the dressing room. I’m not comfortable changing in front of people.”
Stella rose.
When several attendants moved forward to help her, she stopped them.
“Only her.”
She looked directly at Remi.
Remi nodded.
“Understood.”
Stella headed toward the dressing room, and Remi hurried after her with the gown in her arms.
As Remi passed the lead stylist, the woman grabbed her arm.
“Be careful.”
It sounded like a warning, but the irritation in her voice was obvious.
As though Remi had stolen an opportunity that should have belonged to her.
“Yes, ma’am,” Remi replied obediently.
Internally, she rolled her eyes so hard she could barely contain herself.
The moment the dressing-room door closed, Remi began helping Stella change.
But not into the wedding gown.
Instead, she searched the closet for casual clothes.
“You actually dared to come back here?” Stella asked. “Aren’t you afraid they’ll kill you?”


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