Stella stood in front of the full–length mirror, wearing a long white lace dress. She gazed at her reflection
and got lost in her own thoughts for a while.
She hadn‘t had her makeup done yet. Her naturally black hair cascaded down her shoulders. It had been
a long time since she got a haircut, so her hair was now very long indeed. She never dyed, straightened,
or curled her hair, so it was very soft and glossy. Its inky blackness also contrasted very well with her
snowy white skin.
Even without the makeup on, she looked so exquisite that the staff around her couldn‘t help but stare at
her in awe.
“You look absolutely beautiful, Madam!”
A woman in a suit walked up to help her tidy up the fishtail hem of her dress.
The top of her dress was simple but elegant. Smooth lines followed the curves of her body to
complement her figure. From the waist down, a thin but delicate layer of lace covered the main body of
the dress. The finished product might seem simple, but it had been, in fact, made with meticulous care,
with all its embroidery handmade. The little butterfly details were veiled under a thin layer of tulle fabric,
fluttering like real butterflies whenever Stella moved.
All in all, it was a truly magnificent wedding dress that exuded refinement and craftsmanship.
The designer was sure that once the dress appeared at the wedding, it would cause a sensation within
the fashion industry.
Each of Stella‘s dresses had been specially designed for her by a renowned designer hired by Weston.
Among the hundreds of different wedding dress styles, they eventually decided on two a modern
wedding dress and a traditional wedding dress.
This meant that in addition to the lavish silk dress that she was wearing, there would be another one
made for her in the traditional style. Extravagant golden embroidery lined the dress, including a stately
pattern of a phoenix from the collection of an old friend of Warren Ford’s who was an archaeology
professor.
To think that they even bought someone else‘s family heirloom just to make this explicitly demonstrated
the arduous time and effort had been put into this wedding.
The traditional dress was kept at Ford Mansion, so they couldn‘t bring it out whenever they wanted.
Basically, most people would only ever set eyes on it on the wedding day itself.
Despite all this, Stella had no particular interest in the dress. The only thing on her mind was…
“This is a bit heavy, isn‘t it?”
Although it did look exquisite , Stella couldn‘t help but feel an oppressive weight bearing on her as she
wore it.
“It is an elaborate dress, after all,” the designer explained with a smile. “Naturally, it carries some weight.
Besides, each of these butterflies is made differently. Their wings shine and glisten with real diamonds...
You can‘t blame the dress for being heavy!”
Stella looked down and took a closer look at the fine details on the dress.
“You‘re right...”
Each butterfly was its own unique piece.
“How did you guys manage to do this in such a short time?”
“Mr. Ford emphasized from the beginning that he needed the dresses made as quickly as possible,”
explained the designer.“ So we worked day and night and spared no expense to meet his request. We
did meet challenges and were worried that we might miss the deadline, but Mr. Ford increased the
budget significantly, and we finally managed to complete them.”
Stella was speechless, daring not to imagine how much these dresses might cost. To think that so much
was spent on dresses that would only be worn once... nothing would be done with them after the
wedding except to be kept in storage somewhere.
Seeing that Stella had fallen silent, the designer feared that there was something wrong with the dress.
“If there‘s anything that you‘re dissatisfied with, Madam, we‘ll fix it right away!”
“No,” Stella hurriedly waved her hand. “Both dresses are stunning.”
She looked again at her own reflection with mixed feelings.
Most women dreamed about wearing beautiful wedding dresses one day, and Stella herself was no
exception. Yet she probably
would have no chance of wearing it on the wedding day. She also might never have a chance to wear
another wedding dress ever again for the rest of her life.
She smiled wryly.
But at least she could appreciate wearing it now.
“I‘m glad to hear it, Madam! Now, let‘s try the wedding toast dress...”
“What?” Stella was stunned. “There‘s more?!”
“Of course!” replied the designer cordially. “We’ve prepared many options for you, and we strive for
perfection in each dress
Before she could finish her sentence, Weston suddenly pulled the curtain away and strode in from the
other side of the room.
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