When Ella came down the stairs, she encountered a thin woman, almost like those models who look like they never eat, with short hair and a delicate face. On the rack, five wedding dresses were hanging, all white and lacy.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Garcia. I'm Fernanda."
"Nice to meet you."
Ella liked the dress designs but was intrigued that she had brought only five options, all with sophisticated cuts, but nothing extravagant.
"How did you bring these dresses without knowing what I like?"
"Your fiancé told me it had to be something appropriate for a girl raised in a convent, but also young, that would flatter your body beautifully but not be visible to the guests at the wedding. He roughly described your measurements and height, and the result is these dresses you are seeing."
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