Lily’s POV
I swore I would never step into Éclat Boutique again.
But the memory of Andrew’s words—Stop throwing yourself at me—kept replaying in my head, louder than the rustle of satin and the click of hangers.
, I went back in —alone.No smug billionaire, no hovering attendants. Just me, my savings card, and a tiny sliver of pride.
I ignored the mannequins dripping in diamonds and went straight for a simple, floor-length gown in navy blue. It wasn’t flashy, but it hugged my figure just right, with thin straps and a modest neckline that still felt elegant. I paired it with silver heels and small crystal earrings.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
For the first time in a while, I didn’t look broken. I looked… enough.
By evening, the driver Andrew sent was waiti
