The next afternoon at two, Vera Couture Bridal Salon.Adrian hadn't arrived when I got there.The owner, Irene, was a friend I'd known for years.When she saw me walk in, her expression was complicated. She sighed."Claire, are you sure about this?""Yes. Please bring it out for me."Irene nodded and had two assistants wheel out a glass display case.Inside hung a long-trained wedding dress covered in diamond dust and antique lace.I had to admit, Adrian really did know my taste.The dress was made exactly according to a sketch I'd drawn in my sketchbook when I was eighteen.Inside the hem, gold thread was even embroidered with the initials "A & C."Just then, the shop door was pushed open and Adrian hurried in.But he wasn't alone.Behind him came Ava, pale and clutching her chest, and my mother, looking anxious.When Adrian saw me standing in front of the dress, his expression changed.He stepped forward quickly to explain."Claire, Ava suddenly felt unwell in her chest when we were
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