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.

delicate lace detailing around the bodice and a flowing tulle skirt. She stepped out of the fitting room, and Evelyn’s eyes lit up, but Sophia’s expression

doesn’t feel quite right,” Sophia murmured, turning to view herself from

deserve to have that ‘this is the one’ moment,” Evelyn chimed in, her gaze

was searching for. One was too simple, another too ornate.

picky,” Sophia sighed, a tinge of defeat in her voice as she glanced back at the

when you see it. It’s your day, your dress, and it needs to be

dress is a big decision, and it has to reflect who you are. Why don’t we try something a bit

bolstered by the support of both Evelyn and

pulling a few wildcard options that defied Sophia’s initial specifications but promising a new direction

returned from the racks with a selection of gowns that broke the mold of Sophia’s initial requests. The first was a

this on for a change,” Marianne suggested,

was palpable. The gown hugged her figure gracefully, accentuating her curves without overwhelming her frame. The room seemed to hold its breath as she walked toward the mirror, her steps tentative,

hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with awe.

The dress, unconventional in comparison to 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

curve her lips as she turned to see the dress