Three days before the wedding.
Robert reserved the entire top floor of an exclusive bridal boutique.
He sat on a velvet sofa, champagne in hand, surveying a row of pristine white gowns.
"Not this one. Too much of the back is exposed." He pointed at a delicate French gown, frowning slightly.
The boutique manager had it removed immediately.
"What about this one, Mr. Hall?" The manager carefully wheeled out a heavily embroidered vintage design.
High collar. Long sleeves. A train that stretched over nine feet.
Wearing it would be like being sealed inside a beautiful cocoon. Even breathing would become an effort.
Robert's eyes lit up. "That one." He stood and walked to me. "Go try it on."
I looked at the gown, armored and unyielding, and didn't argue. "Okay."
In the dressing room, thr
