"Try it on," Marie urged gently, already guiding Zhou Yuxi toward a spacious fitting room with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and perfect lighting. "I think this is the one, but we need to see it on you to be sure."
Zhou Yuxi stepped into the fitting room and carefully removed the borrowed black shirt, acutely aware of the bandages on her arm and the lingering bruises from IV lines and her week of hospital stay. But when Marie helped her step into the wedding gown and began fastening the delicate buttons that ran down the back, something magical happened.
The dress transformed her.
Zhou Yuxi stared at her reflection in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back. The ivory lace made her skin glow, the fitted bodice emphasized her delicate frame in the most flattering way, and the flowing skirt moved like water when she turned. The long sleeves covered the stitches completely while adding an elegant, almost regal quality to the overall look.
