Right at that moment, the heavy door of the VIP fitting room clicked, slowly swinging open.
In that split second, the world seemed to fall completely silent.
The gentle lighting, the exquisite decor, and the luxurious setting all faded into the background, leaving every ounce of brightness focused on the figure stepping forward.
Alaina slowly walked out.
She wore a custom-made gown, an exclusive design rushed into creation over the past few days by one of the world's top bridal designers.
Layers of translucent, moonlit imported tulle cascaded down, light as mist, draping perfectly without a hint of tacky exaggeration.
The bodice featured three-dimensional French lace, delicately crafted with every inch of the pattern hand-stitched to perfection.
Tiny, dazzling diamonds trailed along her collarbones and shoulders, not blindingly flashy, but shimmering gently under the warm light to highlight her graceful neckline.
A perfectly tailored high waist accentuated her stunning curves, giving her a slender, delicate silhouette while radiating an elegant grace.
The long train trailed behind her, the soft fabric pooling on the floor in voluminous layers, making her look both radiant and majestic.
Her hair was styled in a simple half-updo, her dark, silky locks loosely gathered with a few soft strands framing her luminous skin, softening her youthful features.
Her graceful neck was visible from behind, her skin looking absolutely radiant against the pure white gown.
She wore only a touch of natural makeup. Her brow was elegant, her clear eyes blinking softly, holding a gentle, fragmented light.

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