Chapter 217 Threads Of Trouble

• Adriana tactfully didn’t ask anything and obediently went into the fitting room to change into the third dress.
• This one was grey. Compared to the first two, this dress felt like wearing a piece of cloud on her body. The fabric was light and graceful, flowing behind her like a soft trail of mist, yet without the slightest weight.
• Unlike a wedding gown, where the long train often felt heavy and troublesome.