Vivian's attentiveness wasn't limited to warming my hands.
When I tried on the wedding dress, the measurements were an absolutely perfect fit for my current figure.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the elegant, poised woman in the reflection, feeling entirely swept away.
This was the moment I had always dreamed of.
For the past three years, I had constantly envisioned wearing a pristine white gown, finally able to openly marry Ferris.
Now, I was wearing that gorgeous dress, and though Ferris wasn't by my side just yet, his mother was.
She looked at my reflection and sighed with a happy smile. "Selena, you look absolutely stunning. This dress is almost too beautiful on you."
"Do you really like this one, Mom? Let's go with this one then," I said eagerly.
I loved it too. It was a sophisticated, elegant silhouette with a slightly elongated train. It was gorgeous and suited me perfectly.
"Yes, let's finalize this one," Vivian agreed, nodding. Then she turned to Judy, the boutique owner. "However, it does need a slight adjustment."
An adjustment? I was a little surprised.
The dress fit me like a glove. Every seam was flawless. It didn't need any alterations at all.
But a moment later, I heard Vivian tell Judy, "We need to let the waist and stomach out just a little bit."



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