THE BRIDAL BOUTIQUE was not what Mailah expected.
She'd been bracing herself for something supernatural—maybe dresses that changed color based on mood, or fabric woven from moonlight, or mirrors that showed you your future.
Instead, it was breathtakingly, almost aggressively normal. Soft lighting, plush carpets, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and racks upon racks of white, ivory, and champagne gowns that looked like they cost more than her childhood home.
"This is..." Mailah trailed off, staring.
"Overwhelming?" Liora suggested, appearing at her elbow with that knowing smile. "Welcome to bridal shopping."
"Grayson said there would be a fitting. He didn't mention—" She gestured helplessly at the sheer volume of dresses. "This."
"He mentioned a fitting," Liora confirmed, already pulling gowns from racks with practiced efficiency. "He didn't mention the thirty dresses you'd need to try before finding the perfect one."
"Thirty?"
"Give or take. We'll see how you feel after twenty."
