"No... no... no..." Emily muttered under her breath, the weariness in her voice echoing the sentiment in her heart. The cycle had been ongoing for what felt like ages, and Emily was growing increasingly tired of it. The quest for the perfect wedding dress seemed never-ending, a relentless pursuit of perfection.
It seemed that no matter how many wedding dresses she tried on, none of them were deemed suitable by Ethan. If it were up to Emily, she would have happily chosen the simplest, most affordable gown and called it a day. But Ethan had different ideas. He insisted on nothing but the absolute best, even though their impending marriage was an arrangement.
Emily sighed inwardly, feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation. The hours had ticked by as they browsed through boutique after boutique, and Emily had lost count of how many dresses she had tried on. Yet, Ethan remained seated, seemingly unbothered, while Mia enthusiastically shouted, "Next!" after each fitting.
Ethan's high standards for the wedding dress weighed heavily on Emily's mind. She couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much about a dress for a marriage that was based on convenience rather than love. It was a puzzle she couldn't quite solve, and it left her feeling trapped in a never-ending cycle of dress fittings.
As she stood before the mirror in yet another gown, Emily couldn't help but steal a glance at Ethan. His indifference to the process was evident as he idly checked his phone. It was as though the entire ordeal was a mere formality for him, a box to check on their journey towards an unconventional union.
The relentless pursuit of the perfect wedding dress had become a metaphor for their relationship—a complex dance of compromise, expectations, and unanswered questions. Emily couldn't help but wonder how many more dresses she would have to try on before they finally found one that met Ethan's elusive standards.