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    “Go ahead and try it on!” Brian suggested, his gaze alight with excitement.


    “Sure.”


    The attendant smiled and said, “Ms. Marsh, this way to the dressing room, please.”


    It took Rachel about ten minutes to slip into the wedding gown.


    As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she grasped why so many women cherish the dream of donning a white wedding dress to marry their beloved. The moment was saturated with joy and expectation, filled with a profound sense of holiness.


    Already a beautiful woman, Rachel looked even more stunning and awe-inspiring in the gown.


    An attendant, captivated by her appearance, eximed, “Ms. Marsh, you look absolutely magnificent, truly the epitome of elegance.”


    “I’ll bring Mr. White to see you now.”


    Upon hearing that Brian was about to be summoned, a wave of nervousness washed over Rachel.


    “Wait! Just a couple more minutes, please!”


    She took a brief moment to steady her nerves.


    Shortly after, a staff member approached Brian, saying, “Mr. White, Ms. Marsh is almost ready toe out.”


    “Okay.”


    Brian remained motionless, his intense gaze locked on the draped curtain that separated them.


    When the fabric slowly drew back and revealed Rachel in her bridal attire, Brian’s breath was momentarily suspended.


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    Rachel looked even more radiant than he could have ever envisioned.


    It wasn’t just Brian who noticed; other customers in the boutique also couldn’t resist ncing her way more than once.


    The prolonged silence from Brian made Rachel’s heart clench with anxiety. Tentatively, her hands tightly sped, she inquired, hoping yet nervous, “Do I look okay?”


    Brian moved towards her, and with each step he took, Rachel’s heart thudded more audibly.


    Her heart was racing so fiercely it felt as though it might burst from her chest. Bending slightly towards her, Brian’s voice tinged her ear like a spark. “What am I to do? I regret it all of a sudden!”


    “Does it not look good?” Rachel asked, her disappointment evident as she bit her lip.


    Then, his reassurance followed swiftly. “It’s stunning. I feel like I should seclude you away to admire you on my own, rather than let other men even dream of you.”


    A sigh of relief escaped Rachel, and her features rxed into a slow smile. “I was on edge. Next time, skip the teasing,” she pleaded gently.


    “Understood,” he replied, his smile warm with affection.


    Right then, a staff member approached them, “Mr. White, is it time for your suit fitting now?”


    “Yes, let’s do that.”


    Brian had barely taken a few steps toward the dressing room when a lively voice called out from behind, “Brian!”


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