Chapter 8 She Picked Out My Wedding Dress?
The bridal shop was brightly lit and several stylists were busy adjusting dresses for couples preparing for their weddings. Grace stood in front of the mirror in her wedding dress. She bowed her head and looked at it. The fabric was not bad, but
there was a noticeable scratch on the chest, and the hemline. was clearly not cut to the right length.
She turned back to Antonio and said in a flat tone, “Is this my wedding dress tomorrow?”
Antonio nodded. “Yep, Claire picked it for you. She has great taste, so don’t be too picky.”
Soon after his voice died away, the shop door was pushed open. Claire walked into the store in high heels. She smiled and said, “Grace, don’t you love this dress? It took me a long time to finally pick the right one for you!”
Grace was not surprised to see her here, so she just looked into the mirror quietly and said nothing.
Claire wore a fishtail–cut bridesmaid dress with a waistline and hem designed to create the perfect curve for her. By comparison, Grace’s dress looked banal and cheap.
“Grace, I put on my dress too. Let’s take a photo together.” Claire walked in front of the mirror with a smile and stood
next to her.
Grace looked at her, her face calm. “Well, your dress seems much more elaborate than mine. Good work.”
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Claire’s smile went bigger. “If you like this one, I’ll help you to pick a similar one next time.”
Before she finished speaking, an assistant from the shop said, “Miss, the crystal crown you ordered has arrived. It’s in the fitting room.”
Claire’s eyes lit up. She went to get it right away. Soon after, she came out wearing a dazzling crystal crown, her face
smug.
“Grace, what do you think? Do I look OK?” She turned in a circle, letting her hem fly.
Grace watched her quietly and suddenly chuckled. “It suits you well.”
Antonio’s forehead creased. He turned to Grace and said, “Grace, if you don’t like the dress, just pick another one. Don’t get mad at such little things. Just pick whatever you like.”
He passed a bank card to her. “Take this. Don’t worry about the money.”
Grace took over the bank card and said calmly, “Thanks.”
When they had finished trying on the dresses, Claire suggested a few more photos. She and Antonio stood in front of the camera, and then she dragged Grace over.
The moment the shutter was pressed, Claire stepped forward, and the skirt of her dress fell just over Grace’s feet. She slipped, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
“Claire!” Antonio quickly walked over and held Claire. He frowned and looked at Grace. “Grace, what’s the matter with
Chapter 8 She Picked Out My Wedding Dress?
you? Just watch out!”
Claire grabbed Antonio’s arm and said in a soft voice, “She didn’t mean it. I’m fine. Really.”
Grace struggled to get up from the ground, patted the dust on her dress, and glared at them coldly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go home first.”
She turned around to leave without looking back.
The breeze outside the bridal shop was chilly. Grace hugged that wedding dress and stood at the corner of the road, looking up at the sky.
“Just one more day and everything will be over,” she whispered. A wry smile tugged at her lips.
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