ISADORAThe boutique smelled of fresh fabric and expensive perfume, the kind of place where people whispered in hushed tones, as if speaking too loudly would disturb the delicate world of lace and silk.Laura sat on a plush chair near the mirrors, flipping through her phone while one of the attendants hung up the latest options she’d picked for me. I ran my fingers over the delicate embroidery of a gown, trying to focus, trying to imagine walking down the aisle, wearing this, marrying Luca—Luca.I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. His refusal to postpone the wedding had settled in my chest like a weight, heavy and unmoving. I understood why, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. The world around us was shifting, secrets unraveling, and yet here I was, picking out a wedding dress as if nothing had changed.But everything had changed."Try this one on," Laura said, standing up and handing me a dress. "It looks like something you'd actually wear,
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