After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#246 “You Deserve to Have That ‘ This is the One’ Moment.”

As Sophia and Evelyn stepped into the boutique, the soft chime of a bell announced their arrival. The interior was spacious and airy, bathed in natural light that streamed through large windows, setting the various wedding dresses aglow like artifacts in a museum. Velvet sofas and plush chairs dotted the space, inviting relaxation and conversation.

Sophia, with a tentative excitement beginning to flicker in her eyes, drifted towards the racks of gowns. Her fingers delicately traced the textures of fine lace, silky satin, and sparkling embellishments, each fabric telling its own story of potential bridal bliss.

Evelyn watched with a supportive smile, allowing Sophia the space to explore her initial impressions. Before long, a saleswoman with an impeccably tailored suit and a warm, professional smile approached them.

“Good morning, ladies! I’m Marianne, and I’ll be assisting you today. Do you have any particular styles in mind?” she inquired, her tone both friendly and efficient.

Sophia hesitated, her vision clear but her words less so. “I think I want something classic… long and white, definitely, with a sweetheart neckline,” she described, her voice trailing off as she gestured vaguely towards the dresses.

“Absolutely, let’s start with that,” Marianne responded with a nod, her experience guiding her efficiently through the racks. She pulled several dresses that matched the description, each unique in its detailing and design.

Sophia tried on the first gown, a beautiful A-line dress with delicate lace detailing around the bodice and a flowing tulle skirt. She stepped out of the fitting room, and Evelyn’s eyes lit up, but Sophia’s expression was unsure.

“It’s beautiful, but it doesn’t feel quite right,” Sophia murmured, turning to view herself from different angles in the large, ornate mirror.

“I agree, it’s lovely, but you deserve to have that ‘this is the one’ moment,” Evelyn chimed in, her gaze critical but supportive.

Dress after dress followed, each failing to spark the joy Sophia was searching for. One was too simple, another too ornate. The frustration began to mount, shadowing the initial excitement of the day.

“Maybe I’m just being too picky,” Sophia sighed, a tinge of defeat in her voice as she glanced back at the fitting room.

“No way,” Evelyn countered quickly, her tone firm. “You’ll know it when you see it. It’s your day, your dress, and it needs to be perfect.”

Marianne, sensing the growing dismay, interjected with a reassuring smile. ” It’s completely normal to feel this way. Finding your wedding dress is a big decision, and it has to reflect who you are. Why don’t we try something a bit different from what you originally thought? Sometimes the perfect dress is the one you least expect.”

Sophia nodded, feeling bolstered by the support of both Evelyn and Marianne. ” Okay, let’s see what else we can find.”

With renewed determination, they delved back into the collection, Marianne pulling a few wildcard options that defied Sophia’s initial specifications but promising a new direction that might just lead to the perfect find.

Marianne returned from the racks with a selection of gowns that broke the mold of Sophia’s initial requests. The first was a stunning off-the-shoulder number with intricate beading across the bodice and a dramatic, flowing train that caught the light with every movement.

“Let’s try this on for a change,” Marianne suggested, helping Sophia into the dress.

As Sophia stepped out of the fitting room, the transformation was palpable. The gown hugged her figure gracefully, accentuating her curves without overwhelming her frame. The room seemed to hold its breath as she walked toward the mirror, her steps tentative, but growing more confident with each stride.

Evelyn’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with awe. “Oh, Sophia… you look… you look like a dream!”

Sophia stared at her reflection, her initial apprehension melting away. The dress, unconventional in comparison to what she had envisioned, seemed to speak to a part of her she hadn’t realized needed expression. The fabric shimmered softly, the beads catching the light and casting tiny rainbows across the walls.

“It’s… it’s not what I thought I wanted,” Sophia admitted, a smile beginning to curve her lips as she turned to see the dress from different angles. “But it’s beautiful.” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“It’s more than beautiful, it’s you,” Evelyn said, stepping closer. Her voice was soft, almost reverent. “It’s like it was made for you.”

Sophia’s eyes met Evelyn’s in the mirror, and she saw the truth in her friend’s words. The dress, unexpected as it was, fit her perfectly not just in size, but in spirit.

Marianne, observing the scene, nodded in satisfaction. “Sometimes the dress chooses the bride,” she commented, her voice tinged with the wisdom of someone who had witnessed many such revelations.

The atmosphere lightened considerably, the earlier tension dissolving into an excited chatter about veils, shoes, and accessories. Marianne brought over a few veil options, each enhancing the dress in a

different way. They settled on a simple, elegant veil that fell softly to her shoulders, not detracting from the intricate details of the dress.

As they finalized the choices, Sophia felt a joy bubbling up within her that she hadn’t felt since the wedding planning began. It was a reminder of what the day was truly about- celebrating love and new beginnings, not just fulfilling obligations or meeting expectations.

“Thank you, Evelyn,” Sophia said, as they prepared to leave the boutique. ” For turning off my phone, for dragging me here, for everything.”

Evelyn hugged her tightly. “Anything for you. Today was about finding your joy again. Remember, this wedding is about you and Alexander, and the life you’re going to build together. Everything else is just background noise.”

They left the shop with light hearts and a beautiful gown in tow. Sophia’s mind, now at ease about her dress, could focus a little more on the joyous aspects of her upcoming marriage, and a little less on the shadows of the past.