Summer's POV
The next day.
As the elevator doors opened to the ninth floor of the luxury mall, my heart skipped a beat. The entire level was dedicated to high-end bridal boutiques, each window display more breathtaking than the last.
These weren't just wedding dresses—they were masterpieces, meticulously crafted works of art with price tags that would make most people faint.
Elena led Aria and me confidently through the corridor, her familiar presence in this world of luxury a stark reminder of our different backgrounds.
We entered an exclusive boutique where the manager immediately approached, her professional smile never wavering.
"Miss Elena, your gown arrived by special air freight this morning. We've prepared everything for you..." She gestured elegantly with a bow
