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.

damning verdict: what a waste. When Willow donned the dress, it

captivating, and utterly enchanting. Yet, on Wilhelmina, it lost its luster, fading into

was just too

her figure leaned toward the more juvenile side. Her curves

designed to accentuate feminine allure,

was akin to a child playing dress–up in clothes too big for her. To be blunt, it was

once–flowing, semi–transparent cape, it draped over her like a raincoat. The store manager was quick to react, gliding over to

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lucky man. When you walk down the aisle, Ms. Foster, you’ll be the most breathtaking bride in

had doubted if she looked as good in the dress as Willow did earlier. But the store manager’s praise injected her

on her, how could she not

twitched ever so slightly,

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those legs! My, Ms. Foster, how did you become so stunning? No wonder Mr. Mayer can’t take