When it was time to pick out my wedding dress, my hand was still wrapped in a medical splint.
My mom and Amelia stood beside me, helping me try on one dress after another.
Each time, they showered me with compliments.
“Jake is one lucky guy.”
“My daughter is a natural model. She looks good in anything.”
I smiled, my eyes filled with joy, until I saw the dress at the very end.
A wave of shock crossed my face.
It was the dress I had designed three years ago when I won the design competition!
The prize money had been used as the startup fund for Timothy and Christopher’s venture.
At the time, a mysterious buyer had bought it…
This bridal store was owned by the Sanford family. So, it was him…
My hand instinctively brushed over the fabric, and I murmured, “I’d like to try this one.
But my hand was a bit too clumsy, and I couldn’t fully zip up the back. I tried to pull, but a pair of hands stopped me.
“Don’t move. I’ll do it,” a man’s voice said, soft and warm.
Then, he gently placed the veil back over my head. I turned around, and the first thing I saw was the man’s strikingly handsome
face.
Especially his eyes, which shimmered with a soft, tender warmth.
“It looks good on you,” he suddenly said, his eyes filled with amusement. “Hello, let me introduce myself. I’m your future husband, Jacob Sanford.”
I was caught off guard, stumbling over my words, only to realize that my mom and Amelia had already slipped away to do some shopping.
Those two unreliable mothers!
