Madeline's POV
I stood there for a moment, staring at the space he had left, exhaling. I let the warmth fade as I turned back to the dress on the dressing table.
Up close, the gown shimmered even more. A deep pink tone with white undertones. In such a well-lit room, the gown gleamed. The bodice was delicate, fitted just enough to flatter, while the skirt fell softly, brushing the floor.
But the longer I looked, the more my self-doubt rose.
It felt… too much.
Too grand.
There was something almost bridal about it.
Wasn't this supposed to be just a family party?
An anniversary that wasn't even mine.
I placed the dress in front of me, looking at the mirror, I wondered if this gown was the right choice.
Before the thought could eat me up, there was a sharp knock on the door.
