Reese came into the room, leaning gently on the arm of a shop assistant.

For a split second, Sylvia was completely stunned.

A thousand words floated through her mind, but in the end, only one stuck: ethereal.

Because Reese wore a prosthetic, she couldn't handle an overly complicated wedding dress. So the designer had created something special, just for her.

The top was a delicate corset of lace, dotted with layered organza petals-soft and airy, but with an edge of strength. The skirt flowed down in light, layered tulle, with a discreet slit at the hem so Reese could walk easily.

The whole look was dreamy, otherworldly-and with Reese's smile, it was impossible to imagine anyone more deserving.

Teetering in her high heels, Reese made her way over, beaming, and even shot Sylvia a playful look, as if to say, "Well? How do I look?"

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Sylvia nodded enthusiastically, forcing a smile. She didn't want to look like she was struggling to keep it together.

Reese seemed to take heart, letting go of the assistant's arm and walking, step by step, toward Rupert.

The boutique was decorated to feel like a real wedding venue, all soft lights and white roses.

Reese walked toward her fiancé, radiant.

It was a world Sylvia could never reach, not in a hundred lifetimes.

She stepped back, then back again, eager to slip away from all that golden light. Then, suddenly, Reese wobbled on her heels and fell right toward Rupert.


instinctively, not to catch her, but

steadying hug

down at her shoes. "It's my

softening just a little. "You

heels, I won't even reach your shoulder. What's the photographer supposed to do-keep yelling at the bride

room burst into

at them, admiring, wishing them

the

Lloyd,

Sylvia replied, glancing over

busy watching Reese, so Mrs.

snapped out of it, barely glancing at Sylvia. "Mom, just pick

Sylvia a withering look before strutting


most matronly

over.

Sylvia, waiting for

you like it, Mrs.

smirked. "That's right. A woman's supposed to do what her husband's

her gaze

was just going

her eyes were locked on Mrs. Hanson's purse, unnoticed by

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assistant came in

with an orate English-style

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