The days following fiasco of our wedding passed in a blur of quiet moments and shared laughter, but as the dust settled, the looming thought of our postponed wedding resurfaced.
It had been a week since that chaotic day, and while the memory of shattered decorations and a fallen tree still lingered, my focus had shifted back to the future—or more specifically, to finding another perfect wedding dress.
Ciara, had insisted on coming with me. I had mixed feelings about this. Her enthusiasm was endearing, but her sense of fashion? Questionable at best.
The boutique we entered was an elegant shop tucked away on a cobblestone street, its front windows displaying mannequins clad in stunning gowns that practically radiated sophistication.
Inside, the atmosphere was serene, with soft classical music playing and the scent of lavender wafting through the air.
