The next day dawned bright and full of expectation, but for Bianca, it carried an undercurrent of dread. She found herself sitting in a lavish bridal boutique tucked away in a quiet Parisian street. The shop exuded elegance—crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over racks of opulent gowns, their sequins and lace catching the light like stars. Mirrors framed in gilded gold stretched across one wall, reflecting every angle of the dreamy white dresses. Plush velvet chairs in soft cream hues were arranged for guests, and the faint scent of fresh roses lingered in the air.
Bianca's outfit was effortlessly chic. She wore a flowing silk blouse in a soft blush tone, tucked into high-waisted cream trousers that flattered her figure. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and she wore minimal makeup—just a hint of blush and a glossy nude lip.
