All too late for his love

Chapter 218

“Sure thing. Honestly, this wedding dress isn’t really doing it for me anyway. Since y’all seem to be head over heels for it, feel free to snatch it up.”

With that, Willow quickly returned to the fitting room and changed back into her own clothes. As Willow casually expressed her lack of enthusiasm for the dress, Wilhelmina couldn’t conceal her dismay.

However, having already gushed about the dress in front of Matthew and succumbed to his insistence on trying it on, she felt compelled to follow through. Snatching things from Willow had always given Wilhelmina an inexplicable thrill. But at this moment, she felt far from satisfied.

There lingered a nagging sense that she was seizing something Willow didn’t truly desire. However, the anticipation of Matthew’s inevitable awe when he laid eyes on her in the dress managed to lift her spirits slightly.

Hastily slipping into the wedding dress, she was eager to unveil her unparalleled allure to her beloved. As the fitting room door swung open and Wilhelmina emerged with grace, the store clerks couldn’t help but exchange subtle, knowing glances.

With Matthew in the picture, everyone knew Wilhelmina was his prized possession, and flattery was the order of the day.

But as they laid eyes on Wilhelmina now, the usual compliments seemed to stick in their throats.

verdict: what a waste. When Willow

vibrant, captivating, and utterly enchanting. Yet, on Wilhelmina, it lost its luster, fading into a lackluster, ill–fitting

dress was just too

toward the more juvenile side. Her curves lacked definition, and instead of graceful contours, there was a hint of

meticulously crafted gown, designed to accentuate feminine

clothes too big for her. To be blunt, it was like squeezing into

over her like a raincoat. The

u two

When you walk down the aisle, Ms.

Wilhelmina had doubted if she looked as good in the dress as Willow did earlier. But the store

how could she not

so slightly, but her

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are simply incredible. Just look at that waist, those legs! My, Ms. Foster, how did you become so stunning? No wonder Mr. Mayer can’t take his eyes off