“It’s beautiful, but I agree with you about feeling cold in it.” My gaze once again wandered over to the dress in the display window, and an idea struck me. “Excuse me, could you let her try on that dress?” I asked the manager.
Hannah followed my gaze and gasped when she saw the dress. “Oh, that looks amazing. But I’m sure someone has reserved it. It wouldn’t be right to try it on.”
“It’s fine! The owner of the dress has given their permission to let anyone interested try it on,” the manager said reassuringly.
Hannah’s face lit up immediately, and she agreed to give the dress a try.
After hearing what the manager said about the customer, I became even more perplexed. The dress was one-of-a-kind, and if I were the customer, I wouldn’t want to let anyone else go near it. Why would the customer not collect the dress and still allow others to try it on?
Chandler had just entered the shop after having parked his car. When he didn’t see Hannah anywhere, he turned to me. “Is she trying on the dresses?”
I nodded at him and tried to hold in my laughter when I saw how red his nose had gotten from the cold. “Do you want to try on the formal wear for yourself? See what suits you?”
“Not now. I’m going to wait till Hannah has picked her dress before I find something to match hers.”
I was impressed at how Chandler had considered every detail and merely smiled back at him.
The manager had run off to entertain other customers, so Chandler and I continued chatting with each other. I finally understood why Hannah had chosen him in the end.
Even though Chandler looked young and naive, he was nothing like that. He was sensitive and thoughtful. And he catered to all of Hannah’s likes and dislikes.
I never understood why so many women would go for men younger than them, but now that I had seen Chandler, I was starting to see the appeal.
Their youth brought about a kind of vibrance and energy that could change lives for the better. After being with John for so long, Hannah’s vibrance had been dulled and chipped away. Chandler could give her what John had failed to do so.
“Scarlett, what are you doing here?” I was lost in my thoughts when a voice suddenly brought me back. Upon turning around, I came face to face with John and Yvonne.
“I’m here with… a friend to try on wedding dresses. What about you?” I asked, my brows furrowed.
“We’re here to try on dresses too! Ms. Stovall, which one of your friends is getting married? I hope our dates don’t clash. Otherwise, it’d be hard on you,” Yvonne said as she held onto John’s wrist.
Even though she had a full face of make-up on, it still couldn’t hide the fatigue on it. From the looks of it, John had not been treating her well.
I pursed my lips and looked at John. “Have you decided to marry her?”
John’s gaze landed on Chandler, and there was a flash of recognition in his eyes.
He looked back at me and nodded. “Yes. I’m not young anymore, and Uncle Louis has been nagging at me to settle down.”
“Okay. Remember to let me know the date in advance,” I replied plainly.
The manager hurriedly made her way toward John and apologized profusely. “Mr. Stovall, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you’d be coming, so I’ve let Ms. Anne try on the dress you ordered. Please wait while I get everything sorted!”
That dress was custom ordered by John? Is it for Yvonne?
Before I could ask John, Hannah came out in the wedding dress. The dress was beautiful on its own, but when donned on someone like Hannah, it became even more breathtaking.
Hannah was tugging at the dress and mumbling away, “Scarlett, is Chandler here? Can you help me see why this dress…” Her voice trailed off when she finally looked up.
Seeing John and Hannah instantly wiped the smile off of her face. But once she noticed Chandler in the room, a faint smile reappeared as she asked, “How does it look?”
Chandler couldn’t hide his excitement and admiration for his fiancée as he nodded in earnest approval. “You look so, so beautiful. Just like a goddess.”
He looked so silly that Hannah grinned back at him. “Why haven’t you tried on your clothes?”
“I was waiting for you to find your dress so I could get something to match with you,” Chandler muttered, still smitten by Hannah’s beauty.
John had been scowling at Hannah the whole time when he finally asked, “Are you really going to marry him?”
Hannah nodded without any hesitation and looked at him in all seriousness. “I had planned on finding the right time to tell you, but since you’re here, we’ll give you your invitation first.”
“Dear, can you see if the wedding invitation card for Mr. Stovall is in my bag? We might as well give it to him now,” Hannah said to Chandler.
