Chapter 275
Madam Angeline carefully folded the dress, layering tissue paper between the folds of satin and lace. She placed it back into the white garment bag, zipped it slowly, reverently.
"There," she said. "All set."
"Thank you so much, Madam. You've made my dream come true. This dress... it's more than I ever imagined."
Madam Angeline's eyes glistened. "It was already in the lace, child. I just helped it find its way to you."
She clasped my hands in hers. Her fingers were warm, rough from years of working with needles and thread.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling. "You will be a beautiful bride, child. Now go. Let your mother see it."
I nodded, my throat tight.
My father took the garment bag from her hands. He held it as if it were made of glass.
We walked out of the boutique. The door chimed behind us.
