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“Sure thing. Honestly, this wedding dress isn’t really doing it for me anyway. Since y’all seem to be head over heels for it, feel free to snatch it up.” 

With that, Willow quickly returned to the fitting room and changed back into her own clothes. As Willow casually expressed her lack of enthusiasm for the dress, Wilhelmina couldn’t conceal her dismay. 

However, having already gushed about the dress in front of Matthew and succumbed to his insistence on trying it on, she felt compelled to follow through. Snatching things from Willow had always given Wilhelmina an inexplicable thrill. But at this moment, she felt far from satisfied. 

There lingered a nagging sense that she was seizing something Willow didn’t truly desire. However, the anticipation of Matthew’s inevitable awe when he laid eyes on her in the dress managed to lift her spirits slightly. 

Hastily slipping into the wedding dress, she was eager to unveil her unparalleled allure to her beloved. As the fitting room door swung open and Wilhelmina emerged with grace, the store clerks couldn’t help but exchange subtle, knowing glances. 

With Matthew in the picture, everyone knew Wilhelmina was his prized possession, and flattery was the order of the day. 

But as they laid eyes on Wilhelmina now, the usual compliments seemed to stick in their throats. 

In their minds echoed a damning verdict: what a waste. When Willow donned the dress, it was like 

watching magic unfold vibrant, captivating, and utterly enchanting. Yet, on Wilhelmina, it lost its luster, fading into a lackluster, ill–fitting ensemble. 

This dress was just too selective, 

Despite Wilhelmina’s undeniable charm and sweetness, her figure leaned toward the more juvenile side. Her curves lacked definition, and instead of graceful contours, there was a hint of bulkiness. 

The meticulously crafted gown, designed to accentuate feminine allure, seemed misplaced on her. 

To put it kindly, it was akin to a child playing dress–up in clothes too big for her. To be blunt, it was like squeezing into a tight sack. 

As for the once–flowing, semi–transparent cape, it draped over her like a raincoat. The store manager was quick to react, gliding over to Wilhelmina with a practiced smile. 

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“Ms. Foster, you are absolutely stunning in that wedding dress! Mr. Mayer is one lucky man. When you walk down the aisle, Ms. Foster, you’ll be the most breathtaking bride in the world!” 

At first, Wilhelmina had doubted if she looked as good in the dress as Willow did earlier. But the store manager’s praise injected her with an instant surge of confidence. 

With all eyes on her, how could she not feel like a beauty? 

The store manager’s lips twitched ever so slightly, but her flattering compliments continued unabated. 

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“Ms. Foster, your curves are simply incredible. Just look at that waist, those legs! My, Ms. Foster, how did you become so stunning? No wonder Mr. Mayer can’t take his eyes off you!” 

Wilhelmina turned to Matthew, casting him a shy glance. “Matt, do you think I look good in this dress?” 

“Yeah,” Matthew replied absentmindedly, his attention elsewhere. 

Upon hearing his affirmative answer, Wilhelmina felt elated. When one was extremely confident, they Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

would tend to lose sight of themselves a bit. 

She continued to ask Matthew, “Matt, who do you think will look better in this dress, Willow or me?” 

This time, Wilhelmina didn’t get a response from Matthew. She noticed that Willow had made her way upstairs. And Matthew, seemingly spellbound, followed closely behind.