Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"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!"

teenage him took charge of her diet, studies, curfew - he was quite strict. After they got married, she

many misunderstandings and the sudden change

the way, but none are as thoughtful and caring as Mr. Dashiell. We see hundreds of couples here, and you can instantly tell when someone truly loves

With your beauty, it would be hard for Mr. Dashiell not to

felt as if she was being brainwashed by their words, almost starting to believe them,

by the piano near the floor-to-ceiling window. He seemed bored, lazily pressing the black and white keys. Sunlight bathed him, and the man's eyes were downcast, his side profile more tender than usual. He was playing "Canon in D",

her dreams - so full of

at her, Lizetta's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed,

maybe the clerks were wrong. It was

intensity, as if tangible. His fingers stumbled over the keys,