Iris began her introduction.
"This is my latest design. The inspiration struck me last summer when I was in Southborough, just taking in the sights. I sketched it out on a whim while I was there.
It's only just been finished and tailored these last few days. Mrs. Crestwell, do you like it? If not, I have a few other options you can try."
Seren recognized the name Southborough—she'd heard Nadine mention it before. Perched up on a plateau, Southborough was famous for stargazing in the summer, especially from the mountain peaks just outside town.
Nadine was something of a stargazer herself. Every summer, she made it a point to visit Southborough for the Perseid meteor shower, a tradition she never missed.
No doubt, Iris had found her muse under those same shimmering skies.
Seren had seen Iris's wedding gowns before—never formulaic, always effortless and free.
She loved this one instantly and nodded. "This one's perfect."
Then she realized she hadn't even asked Lennon's opinion.
They were married now, after all. They were supposed to talk things over, to listen to each other.
Turning to Lennon, she asked softly, "What do you think of this one?"
Lennon looked down at her, his gaze as gentle as ever. "I think it suits you perfectly."
Iris watched their exchange, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
"Then it's settled," she said. "Mrs. Crestwell, my assistant will take you to the dressing room. I'll have the gown brought in once it's ready."
Iris's assistant was waiting just outside the showroom. Seren followed her down the hall.
Behind them, Iris watched Seren's retreating figure, her admiration plain as day.
Seren moved with a quiet grace, like the daughter of an old aristocratic family—composed, serene, untouched by the world's chaos. That kind of poise came from years of upbringing; it wasn't something you could fake with a few outfits or a new haircut.
With a chuckle, Iris turned to Lennon. "Your mother's always telling me you waited fifteen years for your wife. I've always wondered what kind of girl could be worth that. Now I see you've got excellent taste."
She added, "And it makes all those late nights I spent making this gown worthwhile."
Lennon just smiled, saying nothing.
Everyone knew how openly he loved Seren. Everyone but Seren herself.

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