It wasn't about the money, or his desire to spoil her—it was about giving her the freedom to choose what made her feel good, what made her feel like herself.
If she wanted this dress, then let her decide. If she didn't, that was fine too.
It wasn't about the dress, it was about her knowing that the choice was hers, and hers alone.
But he'd like to help in anyway so she can get it herself.
Niklaus let out a breath, realizing just how much he wanted to protect that part of her—the part that still felt unsure but was beginning to bloom, the part that deserved to be seen, to be celebrated.
"This dress…"
Jared jumped into action, his voice brimming with energy. "Ah, Hermia, an excellent choice! This gown is a masterpiece—a true work of art! Crafted in a luminous shade of sky pink, it hugs the figure perfectly, with a sleek and structured fabric that gleams like polished satin."
