"What are you two doing?"
Mrs. Yates saw them still standing by the entrance, muttering to each other, and immediately called out to them.
"We’re coming, Mom."
Iris pried Chloe’s hand away, called back, and then winked at Chloe before finally walking into the bridal shop.
Wedding dresses of every style were displayed in glass cases, a dazzling and overwhelming array.
Chloe looked at them one by one, her expression rather placid.
Mrs. Yates asked, "Chloe, what was your wedding dress like?"
At her words, Chloe lowered her gaze slightly, her long lashes trembling. "My dress was one Walker Grant designed himself."
When Mrs. Yates heard this, she immediately broke into a smile. "Oh, is that so? He must have really treasured your wedding then."
Iris curled her lip and muttered under her breath, "What good did caring do? In the end, he was still lured away by a homewrecker."
Mrs. Yates frowned at her. "What are you muttering about?"
Iris said, "I said we should just pick any style. You only wear it for one day, why be so picky about it?"
"How can you say that? How many times does a woman get married in her lifetime? Of course the wedding is important! It’s the most beautiful day of her life, so she has to wear the most beautiful dress." Mrs. Yates was adamant, then sighed. "Sigh... It’s just a shame the wedding is so rushed. Otherwise, I would have designed a dress for you. You’d look absolutely beautiful wearing it."
Iris glanced around, pointed to a strapless, mermaid-style wedding dress, and said, "How about that one? I think it looks nice."
Mrs. Yates took a closer look and said, "It is nice. Very figure-flattering."
She turned to Chloe. "Chloe, what do you think?"
Chloe smiled faintly. "All that matters is that Iris likes it."

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