"Mr. Dashiell must really love you to think so considerately for you, Mrs. Dashiell."
"Yeah, I''ve been working here for years now, and it''s the first time I''ve seen a groom consider the
warmth of the wedding dress. Quite unique."
In the changing room, two clerks were assisting Lizetta with her wedding dress, their expressions full of
envy.
Lizetta smiled, a bit embarrassed by their teasing. She touched her belly and said, "He''s just used to
taking care of me. Being pregnant, getting sick would be troublesome, so he tends to go overboard."
She remembered back when she was young, how the girls in her ss refused to wear thermal
leggings under their school uniforms in spring and autumn, not wanting to look bulky.
She had followed suit, only to be scolded by Remington, "I can''t control what others do, but Liz, you
have to wear thermal leggings in spring and autumn!"
Back then, the teenage him took charge of her diet, studies, curfew - he was quite strict. After they got
married, she felt he had changed, be indifferent, not caring about her.
But now, Lizetta realized, he might have always been there. It was just that too many
misunderstandings and the sudden change in their rtionship made it hard for them to know how to
act around each other.
"It''s not umon these days for couples to get married because of a baby on the way, but none are
as thoughtful and caring as Mr. Dashiell. We see hundreds of couples here, and you can instantly tell
when someone truly loves their partner. Mr. Dashiell is head over heels for you!"
"Absolutely, Mrs. Dashiell, don''t be so modest. With your beauty, it would be hard for Mr. Dashiell not to
love you!"
The clerks sweet-talked Lizetta, continuing their yful tease. Lizetta felt as if she was being
brainwashed by their words, almost starting to believe them, feeling light and buoyant. When she
stepped out of the changing room, her heart was racing.
A clerk pulled back the curtain. Lizetta''s gaze immediately found the man sitting by the piano near the
floor-to-ceiling window. He seemed bored,zily pressing the ck and white keys. Sunlight bathed
him, and the man''s eyes were downcast, his side profile more tender than usual. He was ying
"Canon in D", the notes joyously hopping under his slender fingers. The melody was joyful yet tinged
with a trace of sadness, perfectly capturing Lizetta''s current emotions.
It felt like she was truly stepping into the wedding of her dreams - so full of happiness and joy, yet
marked by a bittersweet wait.
So much so that when he turned to look at her, Lizetta''s breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of
nervous excitement, unsure where to ce her hands or feet.
She thought, maybe the clerks were wrong. It was she who deeply, desperately loved Remington.
And as Remington''s gaze fell on Lizetta, his eyes heated with intensity, as if tangible. His fingers
stumbled over the keys, creating a jarring note, abruptly stopping the music.
Remington simply withdrew his hand and stood up. He walked towards Lizetta under the sunlight until
he was standing before her, looking down into her eyes, and she finally let out a breath, asking. "Is it
weird? Why aren''t you saying anything?"
As she looked down to check her dress again, Remington suddenly reached out and lifted her chin.
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Their eyes met, and he leaned closer, "Not weird, you look stunning."
The kind of stunning that could make any man pause. Lizetta hadn''t expected such a straightforward
compliment, her cheeks reddening even more.
Since having Joy, she hadn''t worn makeup. These past few days, after having amniotic fluid tests, her
complexion was particrly pale, but now, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes sparkling with emotion.
Remington couldn''t resist; he leaned in to kiss her softly, tenderly, their lips melding in a gentle caress.