The sound of the shattered vase echoed in the suddenly silent fitting suite. Delia looked at George, her expression unreadable.
" George." She said, her voice low out of surprise. She thought to herself . "What is he doing here?"
He stared back, his eyes fixed on her, taking in the sight of her in the magnificent wedding gown. The salesperson who had been leading him bent down, her hands fluttering nervously as she began to pick up the broken pieces of glass.
"Oh dear, oh dear! Lady Tremaine will be furious," she whispered, her voice trembling.
George ignored her completely. He entered the room, his eyes never leaving Delia.
"Sir… sir, you cannot be in here, it's off limit." the salesperson said, trying to stop him.
He walked slowly, as if in a trance, seeing Delia looking more beautiful, more ethereal, than he had ever imagined. He stopped a few feet from her, his gaze sweeping over the luxurious room, the expensive dress, the priceless jewels.
