Adeline's POV

The bridal boutique was everything Belle had dreamed of—elegant, intimate, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and soft lighting that made everything look romantic and ethereal.

"Ms. Cornelia?" A consultant approached with a warm smile. "And you must be the maid of honor?"

"Sister," I corrected. "Adeline."

"Wonderful! We have several dresses pulled for you, Ms. Cornelia. Your fiancé was very specific about your preferences."

Belle's face lit up. "He called yesterday. Isn't that ...