Chapter 79 A Laugh Between Storms

The boutique was every bride’s dream—ornate mirrors lining the walls, golden chandeliers casting soft light over rows of pristine gowns, and the faint scent of fresh peonies lingering in the air. It should’ve felt magical. But to Zara, it felt like a stage for a play she didn’t audition for.
She stood stiffly on the raised pedestal in front of a massive tri-fold mirror, wearing a stunning mermaid-style gown with delicate lace sleeves that clung to her like a second skin. The seamstress circled her with pins clenched between her lips, making tiny adjustments here and there, humming softly to herself.
But Zara wasn’t really there.