Winter tried to remember the last time she wore this one. She knew it was a piece custom-made by Aiden's order for their fifth-anniversary celebration.
'Ah, my fifth anniversary. It was a sad one, but Aiden tried his best to cheer me up,' Winter smiled bitterly.
She got her second miscarriage a month before their anniversary, and Winter had been in a depressed because she thought she failed as a woman and a wife. Had it not for Aiden's effort to assure her that everything would be just fine, she wouldn't even recover.
And this purple silk gown was one of those efforts since he knew that she liked purple.
"Aiden…" Winter murmured as picked up the dress and gently caressed it. "Even when you're not around anymore, I can still feel your love around me. For you are everywhere, husband…"
Winter wiped the tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to cry, not when she had just finished her makeup.
