Lucien led me to the upper most floor of the boutique where a couple of staffs were waiting for us. The floor was packed with breathtakingly beautiful wedding dresses and to one side there was a dressing room. So, are we here to pick out more dresses for Angela?
“Please leave us alone. I would like to have private time with my daughter. Don’t worry about trying on the dresses, we will somehow manage,” Lucien told the staff casually.
After glancing at each other nervously for a bit, the staffs readily agreed to leave Lucien and I alone.
“Who’s trying on dresses? Me?” I asked curiously as I pointed a finger at myself. I mean, these are all wedding dresses and I’m the only girl left standing in this room.
“Yes…please try on some wedding dresses. This is the sole reason I’m here today,” Lucien answered as he came closer and placed his hands on my shoulders.
