Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 415

"Mr. Dashiell must really love you to think so considerately for you, Mrs. Dashiell."

"Yeah, I've been working here for years now, and it's the first time I've seen a groom consider the warmth of the wedding dress. Quite unique."

In the changing room, two clerks were assisting Lizetta with her wedding dress, their expressions full of envy.

Lizetta smiled, a bit embarrassed by their teasing. She touched her belly and said, "He's just used to taking care of me. Being pregnant, getting sick would be troublesome, so he tends to go overboard."

She remembered back when she was young, how the girls in her class refused to wear thermal leggings under their school uniforms in spring and autumn, not wanting to look bulky.

She had followed suit, only to be scolded by Remington, "I can't control what others do, but Liz, you have to wear thermal leggings in spring and autumn!"

Back then, the teenage him took charge of her diet, studies, curfew - he was quite strict. After they got married, she felt he had changed, become indifferent, not caring about her.

But now, Lizetta realized, he might have always been there. It was just that too many misunderstandings and the sudden change in their relationship made it hard for them to know how to act around each other.

"It's not uncommon these days for couples to get married because of a baby on the way, but none are as thoughtful and caring as Mr. Dashiell. We see hundreds of couples here, and you can instantly tell when someone truly loves their partner. Mr. Dashiell is head over heels for you!"

"Absolutely, Mrs. Dashiell, don't be so modest. With your beauty, it would be hard for Mr. Dashiell not to love you!"

The clerks sweet-talked Lizetta, continuing their playful tease. Lizetta felt as if she was being brainwashed by their words, almost starting to believe them, feeling light and buoyant.

When she stepped out of the changing room, her heart was racing.

A clerk pulled back the curtain. Lizetta's gaze immediately found the man sitting by the piano near the floor-to-ceiling window. He seemed bored, lazily pressing the black and white keys.