When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“It’s beautiful, but I agree with you about feeling cold in it.” My gaze once again wandered over to the dress in the display window, and an idea struck me. “Excuse me, could you let her try on that dress?” I asked the manager.

Hannah followed my gaze and gasped when she saw the dress. “Oh, that looks amazing. But I’m sure someone has reserved it. It wouldn’t be right to try it on.”

“It’s fine! The owner of the dress has given their permission to let anyone interested try it on,” the manager said reassuringly.

Hannah’s face lit up immediately, and she agreed to give the dress a try.

After hearing what the manager said about the customer, I became even more perplexed. The dress was one-of-a-kind, and if I were the customer, I wouldn’t want to let anyone else go near it. Why would the customer not collect the dress and still allow others to try it on?

Chandler had just entered the shop after having parked his car. When he didn’t see Hannah anywhere, he turned to me. “Is she trying on the dresses?”

I nodded at him and tried to hold in my laughter when I saw how red his nose had gotten from the cold. “Do you want to try on the formal wear for yourself? See what suits you?”

“Not now. I’m going to wait till Hannah has picked her dress before I find something to match hers.”

I was impressed at how Chandler had considered every detail and merely smiled back at him.

continued chatting with each other. I finally

though Chandler looked young and naive, he was nothing like that. He was sensitive and thoughtful. And he

them, but now that I had seen

for so long, Hannah’s vibrance had been dulled

I was lost in my thoughts when a voice suddenly brought me back. Upon turning around, I came face to face with John

on wedding dresses. What about

Stovall, which one of your friends is getting married? I hope our dates don’t clash. Otherwise, it’d be hard on you,” Yvonne said

on, it still couldn’t hide the fatigue on it. From the looks of

looked at John. “Have you decided to marry

on Chandler, and there was a flash

anymore, and Uncle Louis has been nagging at me to settle

let me know the date in advance,” I replied

and apologized profusely. “Mr. Stovall, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you’d be coming, so I’ve let Ms.

was custom ordered by John? Is