against the heavy glass d

ove her head, announcing her

end of vanilla candles and fresh, blooming lilies. It sme

culate floor. She had already wiped her boots carefully on the entrance mat, feeling self-conscious the en

nd a curved marble desk. She wore a tailored black suit and

g!" Ms. Price greeted, her voice

like a physical slap across the face. She f

hundreds of white gowns, but it was entirely empty of other customers. More impor

asked, her voice tight. Her fingers n

s tuxedo fitting an hour ago. He has already left for th

She processed

l

ntire body. It was a physical sensation, like a heavy

nce she got in the cab, finally dropped. Her breathing, pre

Sterling, this was just another corporate acquisition. He had s

lighter. "I prefer to look at the dresse

Ms. Price nodded respectfully, immediately ste

ns. The boutique was silent, save for the soft rustle of si

gowns dripping in Swarovski cr

s made of smooth, unadorned silk. It lacked the excessive diamonds and

tly, admiring the minimalist design. The

n, a sharp, sudden sound that

her heart skipping a beat ou

king her wet umbrella vigorously, sending droplet

resses and marched straight toward her, h

lin in a tight, crushing hug. "The subway delays were a ni

t truly grounded for the first time all day. Sienna smelled like rain a

eyes scanning the empty boutiq

e of her lips. "He already left. He d

ys a wife to save your dad's bankrupt company, and he can't even show an ounce o

e hanger holding the simple silk dress a

in said. "Help