The air in the boutique was thick and smelled like expensive silk and cotton fabrics. Cassie stood in the middle of the private fitting room, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was getting married in three months, and this dress had to be perfect.Darrel, the head tailor, stood in front of her. He was tall, with broad shoulders and large, steady hands. He held a yellow measuring tape like a weapon. He was one of the best tailors in the city. He cost a lot—so much, almost a fortune—but she didn't care. She felt like as much as she got her best dress, then everything was worth it."Mrs. Cassie," he said, his voice a deep, professional rumble. "To get the exact fit for a gown this complex, I need to see the canvas. I need you to remove everything. No bras, no panties. Just you.""What?""Yes," he nodded. "Unless... you're not comfortable with it, and that's fine. You can check elsewhere."Cassie swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry. She had never been measured naked before, but Dar
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