The spacious area was adorned with a stunning array of wedding gowns, each one more exquisite than the last. Elaborate beadwork adorned some, while others boasted intricate embroidery. Styles ranged from opulent to elegantly understated, from romantically whimsical to charmingly simple. Each gown, despite having been rented out multiple times, was meticulously crafted and maintained in pristine condition, showing no signs of wear.

"This is our premium collection, designed by some of the top names in the industry. Miss Ramirez, take a look at the intricate embroidery on these pieces, hand-stitched with meticulous care. And notice the diamonds. They're of the highest quality, set to catch the light and dazzle brilliantly. Please, feel free to try on any gown that catches your eye."

"Sure." Bettie nodded, her eyes alight with anticipation as she surveyed the collection. After a brief perusal, she gravitated toward a strapless gown adorned with a profusion of beads. Its bodice boasted delicate lace embroidery, while its waist and hem sparkled with an array of dazzling diamonds.

With practiced precision, the sales associate delicately removed the gown from its display and escorted Bettie to the fitting room.

There, Bettie shed her own attire and stepped onto the pedestal before the mirror, allowing the sales associate to expertly drape the gown over her frame and secure the corset's laces at the back.

“Miss Ramirez, you truly have an excellent eye. This gown complements you flawlessly!" the sales associate complimented upon seeing Bettie's reflection.

The gown, a breathtaking vision in form-fitting mermaid style, hugged Bettie's curves with grace and elegance. Its asymmetrical hem, swept to reveal her right calf, showcasing her fair skin and smooth Lines with every movement.

Caught in the spell of her own reflection, Bettie couldn't resist stealing a few extra glances at herself in the mirror. The gown had captured her heart completely.

"I'll draw the curtain back so your fiancé can have a look," the sales associate suggested.

“Okay.”

As the curtain parted, revealing Lance seated on a nearby sofa, the sales associate's voice rang out, "Sir, Miss Ramirez is ready for you to see. She looks absolutely stunning.”

As the curtain was pulled back, Lance rose from his seat and crossed the room, his eyes locked on Bettie. He swallowed hard, the sight of her momentarily robbing him of speech.

The image of Bettie in a wedding dress was a scene he had envisioned countless times in his dreams. Yet, experiencing it in the flesh left him with a surreal sensation, as if stepping into a dream.

Bettie twirled, the dress fluttering gracefully, as her lips pressed together in a shy smile and she awaited Lance's verdict. "Do you like it?"

Judging by the warmth that radiated from his eyes, the answer seemed abundantly clear.

Lost momentarily in the spell of her beauty, Lance shook himself back to the present moment, a thoughtful furrow creasing his brow. “It feels Like something's missing..."

With a discerning gaze, he surveyed her from head to toe before turning to the sales associate. "Do you have any high heels?"

“One moment."

After confirming Bettie's shoe size, the sales associate swiftly retrieved a pair of matching high heels, presenting them to Lance with a polite nod. Lance took them from the sales associate's hands, saying, "Allow me."

With purposeful strides, he approached the pedestal and knelt on one knee.