After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#246 “You Deserve to Have That ‘ This is the One’ Moment.”

As Sophia and Evelyn stepped into the boutique, the soft chime of a bell announced their arrival. The interior was spacious and airy, bathed in natural light that streamed through large windows, setting the various wedding dresses aglow like artifacts in a museum. Velvet sofas and plush chairs dotted the space, inviting relaxation and conversation.

Sophia, with a tentative excitement beginning to flicker in her eyes, drifted towards the racks of gowns. Her fingers delicately traced the textures of fine lace, silky satin, and sparkling embellishments, each fabric telling its own story of potential bridal bliss.

Evelyn watched with a supportive smile, allowing Sophia the space to explore her initial impressions. Before long, a saleswoman with an impeccably tailored suit and a warm, professional smile approached them.

“Good morning, ladies! I’m Marianne, and I’ll be assisting you today. Do you have any particular styles in mind?” she inquired, her tone both friendly and efficient.

Sophia hesitated, her vision clear but her words less so. “I think I want something classic… long and white, definitely, with a sweetheart neckline,” she described, her voice trailing off as she gestured vaguely towards the dresses.

“Absolutely, let’s start with that,” Marianne responded with a nod, her experience guiding her efficiently through the racks. She pulled several dresses that matched the description, each unique in its detailing and design.

the bodice and a flowing tulle skirt. She stepped out of the

turning to view

‘this is the one’ moment,” Evelyn chimed in, her

was too simple, another too ornate. The frustration began to mount, shadowing the initial

of defeat

firm. “You’ll know it when you see it.

has to reflect who you are. Why don’t we try something a bit different from what you originally thought? Sometimes the perfect dress is the one you least

support of both Evelyn and Marianne. ”

renewed determination, they delved back into the collection, Marianne pulling a few wildcard options that defied Sophia’s initial specifications but promising a

first was a stunning off-the-shoulder number with intricate beading across the bodice and a dramatic, flowing

on for a change,” Marianne suggested,

her frame. The room seemed to hold its breath as she walked toward the mirror, her

her eyes wide with awe. “Oh, Sophia… you look… you look like

what she had envisioned, seemed to speak to a part of her she hadn’t realized needed expression. The fabric shimmered softly, the beads catching the light and casting tiny rainbows across

admitted, a smile beginning to curve her lips as she turned