Eliana's POV
The boutique felt different lately this morning. I couldn't tell if it was the weather, 'cause it's been raining lately, or if it was just me.
I was standing behind the counter, flipping through a design folder, when my assistant Claire poked her head in.
“Eliana,” she said, “your 10 a.m. appointment’s here. The bride— Miss Collins?”
“Ah, yes!” I quickly closed the folder. “Please, show her in.”
Claire disappeared, and a moment later, a cheerful-looking woman in her late twenties walked in, all smiles and glowing excitement. She had the kind of happiness that made you want to smile back even if you didn’t know why.
“Eliana!” she said, extending her hand eagerly. “It’s so good to finally meet you in person. I’ve been obsessed with your designs online!”
I laughed and shoo
