“Miss De Luca, are you happy with this gown?” the attendant asked expectantly as she adjusted the dress around me. “It was designed by William, an Italian designer, and there’s only one like it in the world.”I looked at myself in the mirror and thought of all the times I had imagined standing beside Enzo in a wedding dress, exchanging vows with him in front of the priest.Now, it all seemed foolish.“Cancel the order.”The attendant froze. “What?”“I’m not taking this gown. Please cancel the order.”“But... this is a one-of-a-kind gown. If you give it up, someone else will probably reserve it very soon. Are you sure you don’t want it?”“Yes, I’m sure.” I took off the wedding dress and handed it back to her. “Thank you.”The attendant stood there holding the gown, disappointment written all over her face.I put on my coat, picked up my bag, and walked out of the bridal boutique without looking back.I found a café nearby, sat down, and booked a flight out of the country. The confirmati
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