Elena’s POV

The boutique was quieter than I expected when I stepped inside, quiet enough that my footsteps sound loud against the polished floor.

Everything from the lighting to the expensive fabric walls felt too refined for someone who came here by taxi with a simple goal: pick up my dress and leave before the world can throw anything else at me today.

I gave my name, and the staff brightened as if I were royalty. One of them gestured politely toward a velvet seat and sets down a tray ...