Hazel POV
The bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped inside. The air smelled like fresh lilies, expensive silk, and a faint trace of vanilla candles. Soft classical music played from hidden speakers. Mirrors lined every wall, reflecting endless versions of white gowns that shimmered under crystal chandeliers. It felt like stepping into someone else’s dream—one I could never afford.
I stayed near the entrance, half-hidden by a tall display of veils, heart hammering so loud I was sure everyone could hear it. My hand instinctively drifted to my stomach again—flat, no sign yet, but I could almost feel that tiny heartbeat fluttering beneath my skin. I came here to tell him. To say the words and see what happened. But now that I was inside, doubt clawed at me.
What right did I have to
