Sia's POV
"What do you think, Ms. Moore?" the stylist asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
Lost in my own world, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind when he decided to go to Margaret's place instead of being here with me. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my marriage was slipping away. Suddenly, Tanya's gentle tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality.
"Ms. Moore? Are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Startled, I snapped back to the present. "Oh, yeah... I'm fine," I replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.
Once again, I gazed at my reflection, taking in the sight of the white gown that clung to my body. The intricate design, with its backless feature and a beautiful ribbon
