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!"

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

many misunderstandings and the sudden change in their relationship

and caring as Mr. Dashiell. We see hundreds of couples here,

Dashiell, don't be so modest. With your beauty, it would be hard for Mr. Dashiell not to love

clerks sweet-talked Lizetta, continuing their playful tease. Lizetta felt as if she was being brainwashed by their words, almost starting to believe them, feeling light

man sitting 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", the notes joyously

truly stepping into the wedding of her dreams - so full

Lizetta's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of nervous

clerks were wrong. It was she who

Lizetta, his eyes heated with intensity, as if tangible. His fingers stumbled over the keys, creating a jarring