Standing in front of the mirror, Stephanie Giovanni studied her reflection, her lips curling into a soft smile.

"Stunning," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The gown hugged her slender waist, flowing into a skirt that reminded her of something straight out of a fairytale.

Her face, still free of makeup, looked just as delicate and enchanting in the natural light.

The shop manager was adjusting the pleats on the gown.

She couldn't resist commenting, "Why isn't Mr. Ashford here with you? Men and women, they've got different tastes, you know."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Stephanie's lips. She glanced at the manager with a shrug. "You know men. Busy with work. Can't get away."

Just then, her phone vibrated on the nearby counter. Stephanie glanced at the caller ID before answering, "Ella."

On the other end, Ella Turner's voice came through quickly, almost breathless. "Stefi, I saw Olivia and Chris!"

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