The Flower That Grew from Ashes novel Chapter 84

At three in the afternoon, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the most exclusive custom bridal boutique in Cresthaven.

The shop's name carried a poetic touch—Lumière Blanche Couture.

As Annelise stepped out of the car behind Lizzie and Clarissa and looked up at the elegant, handwritten French sign, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards uncontrollably.

Lumière Blanche.

How fitting.

Wasn't Clarissa the very embodiment of the flawless, unattainable white light in Hackett's heart?

The boutique's head designer personally came out to greet them, ushering them into the most luxurious VIP fitting room.

In front of a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, with the help of two bridal assistants, Clarissa tried on seven dresses in a row.

Every single one was meticulously tailored, elegant, and dignified, accentuating her slender, delicate figure to look absolutely breathtaking.

She twirled gently in front of the giant mirror, her face glowing with the unique, blissful blush of a bride.

She turned to look at Annelise, who was sitting on the sofa, and asked in a soft voice.

"Annelise, which one do you think... looks better?"

Annelise's gaze carefully swept over her.

Then, she pointed to one of the high-waisted, A-line gowns.

The waistline of the dress was raised high, and the skirt flared out like a blooming lily, voluminous and elegant.

"This one."

Annelise's voice was warm and sincere, sounding like she was offering the most genuine advice.

"The high waistline elongates your proportions. It makes your figure look perfect."

She deliberately paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and added with a look of pure concern.

"Plus... it hides the stomach."

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