"Mr. Dashiell must really love you to think so considerately for you, Mrs. Dashiell."

"Yeah, I've been working here for years now, and it's the first time I've seen a groom consider the warmth of the wedding dress. Quite unique."

In the changing room, two clerks were assisting Lizetta with her wedding dress, their expressions full of envy.

Lizetta smiled, a bit embarrassed by their teasing. She touched her belly and said, "He's just used to taking care of me. Being pregnant, getting sick would be troublesome, so he tends to go overboard." She remembered back when she was young, how the girls in her class refused to wear thermal leggings under their school uniforms in spring and autumn, not wanting to look bulky.

She had followed suit, only to be scolded by Remington, "I can't control what others do, but Liz, you have to wear thermal leggings in spring and autumn!"

quite strict. After they got married, she felt he had changed, become indifferent, not caring

always been there. It was just that too many misunderstandings and the sudden change in their relationship made it hard for them

caring as Mr. Dashiell. We see hundreds of couples here, and you can instantly tell when someone truly loves

modest. With your beauty, it would be hard for Mr.

Lizetta, continuing their playful tease. Lizetta felt as if she was being brainwashed by their words, almost

the black and white keys. Sunlight bathed him, and the man's eyes were downcast, his side profile more tender than usual. He

the wedding of her dreams - so full of happiness and joy, yet

so that when he turned to look at her, Lizetta's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of nervous excitement, unsure where to place her hands or

It was she who

heated with intensity, as if tangible. His fingers

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