Adeline's POVThe bridal boutique was everything Belle had dreamed of—elegant, intimate, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and soft lighting that made everything look romantic and ethereal."Ms. Cornelia?" A consultant approached with a warm smile. "And you must be the maid of honor?""Sister," I corrected. "Adeline.""Wonderful! We have several dresses pulled for you, Ms. Cornelia. Your fiancé was very specific about your preferences."Belle's face lit up. "He called yesterday. Isn't that sweet?""Very thoughtful," the consultant agreed. "He knew your size, your preferred designers, even mentioned you love off-shoulder styles. Not many grooms are that attentive.""Grey's special," Belle said, squeezing my hand. "He pays attention to everything."We were led to a private fitting room where at least fifteen gowns hung waiting. Each one was stunning, and each one was exactly Belle's style, romantic without being too traditional, elegant without being stuffy."He really does know you," I ad
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