Finally, Robin emerges from the changing room, clad in a stunning Ivory gown.
The intricate lace detailing and the way the skirt cascades to the floor create an air of elegant sophistication.
Ramsey's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of her.
"Wow, you look...breathtaking," he murmurs, his eyes shining with awe.
Robin studies her reflection, a faint glimmer of a smile playing on her lips.
"It is a beautiful dress," she admits, but her voice lacks the enthusiasm Ramsey had hoped for.
"Then it's settled," Ramsey declares, his mind made up. "This is the one. We'll take it."
Robin's eyes widen in surprise. "But Ramsey, it's so expensive. I don't—"
Ramsey raises a hand, silencing her protests. "That's absolute rubbish. You deserve the best, and this dress is perfect for you."
He turns to the tailor, who has been observing the exchange, with a slowly growing smile.
