The boutique buzzed with excitement as I entered hand in hand with my fiancé, the anticipation of choosing the perfect wedding dress palpable in the air. We wandered through racks of ethereal gowns, each one a vision of lace and silk. As I carefully examined a dress, my fiancé whispered, "What do you think, Anastasia?"
I smiled, appreciating his involvement in this special moment. "It's beautiful, but let's keep looking."
Unbeknownst to us, Aiden, hidden in the shadows of the store, watched our every move. His eyes, clouded with a mixture of jealousy and longing, focused on the connection between my fiancé and me. Unable to contain the envy that gnawed at him, Aiden surreptitiously plotted a way to disrupt our idyllic shopping experience.
As we delved deeper into the boutique's offering
