Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 79

The tension inside the car was suffocating. The driver, desperate to escape the oppressive silence, pressed harder on the gas, sending the car speeding down the road. Outside, the scenery blurred into a single unbroken streak, nothing but indistinct shadows flashing past the windows.

Before long, they arrived at the exclusive bridal atelier.

LA Wedding was a name known around the world-a legendary bridal designer whose brand, founded under her own name, had become synonymous with luxury weddings and couture bridal gowns. Every piece was bespoke, created only for private clients, with a single dress starting at several million dollars. Aristocrats and the social elite fought for the chance to have LA Wedding design their dream day-her creations had graced the ceremonies of families like the Fitzgeralds, the Wainwrights, and the Pembrokes. To commission a gown here was more than an indulgence; it was a mark of status.

Isadora followed Magnus inside. Two neat lines of assistants waited respectfully in the corridor. Lily, the director of the North American division, greeted them and led the way to a private viewing room.

In the center of the room stood a gleaming white wedding dress, perfectly illuminated. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors surrounded it, reflecting every delicate detail. The bodice was an understated strapless design, with slender straps for support, while the skirt flowed in intricate layers of silk tulle and lace-soft, cloud-like textures creating an ethereal effect.

Magnus glanced at Isadora. "Well? Do you like it?"

mocking

here. Do you really think I'd joke

is crafted from pure silk taffeta and satin. The materials alone cost close to five million dollars, and every LA Wedding gown is a one-of-a-kind

So please, stop being upset about that ceremony with Elise-it wasn't real.

glancing at the pristine gown. It was undeniably beautiful-radiant, exquisite, luxurious. She could almost picture a bride, radiant with happiness, walking down the aisle in

of that moment for herself and Magnus. They'd been engaged for two years now. By rights, their wedding should have happened a year ago— but Elise still hadn't found a heart

He simply called it "responsibility," excusing the

felt only the ache of

at Lily, signaling her to

ushered into the spacious fitting room by several assistants. The place was big enough to fit ten people, but she felt smothered as they fussed around her, adjusting the dress. She wasn't here with a bride's joy;