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Dailey flipped through his copy of "108 Moves to Win Her Heart," and mused aloud, "No need to hog the healthcare resources, could you ask Ms. Jackson to drop off some meds?"

Christine responded with a simple "Okay," and added, "Getting meds? Easy."

"Hang tight, Mr. Clarkson."

Dailey couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed that this "108 Moves" book was quite effective after all.

Christine then made a call to arrange a delivery.

Dailey waited in the living room on purpose, and as soon as the doorbell rang, he rushed to open the door.

There stood a lean, dark-skinned man, flashing a bright smile, "Good day, sir. Here are the fever reducers you requested." "That'll be $249.99."

Dailey paid, returned to his couch, and stared at the "108 Moves to Win Her Heart," his thoughts adrift.

Why hadn't it worked?

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Seeing Christine's bubbling joy, I couldn't help but ask, "Feeling better now?"

Christine had the delivery person take a photo of her, intending to capture Dailey's bewildered face.

The more she looked at it, the harder she laughed, enjoying the rare sight of Dailey being caught off guard. "Halfway there," she admitted.

She waved off the gloomy topic, "Let's not dwell on that. Did you have your birthday celebration this year?"

Last year, my birthday coincided closely with my grandmother's passing, leaving me in no mood to celebrate. The following months were spent in mourning, and with the arrival of my late pregnancy, Gregory and I had a low-key celebration in the hospital.

I wasn't usually keen on birthday festivities, unlike Christine who thrived in lively gatherings.

But with the little one's arrival, it felt like a celebration was warranted.

"Actually, we're planning to combine Mira's 100th-day celebration with my birthday."

"Consider it done. I'll take care of it,"

Christine declared, standing up to

leave, then pausing to add in a hushed tone, "I've sorted out the gown for you, but you'll need to try it on for size. Gregory should fit the measurements you gave, no problem."

Pregnancy hadn't changed my weight much, but my body shape had shifted.

Even after childbirth, I was undergoing postpartum recovery. The wedding gown needed to be perfect; any mishap would be regrettable.

"Bring it over when Gregory's at work, and I'll try it on then."

Christine shook her head, "It's a vintage piece; you have to come in to try it on. It wasn't easy securing this appointment, so please make the effort."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Making it sound like I'm some big shot. Just tell me when to go, and I'll be there."

Christine grinned, "I just didn't want to impose, knowing you'd hate to leave the little one behind."

"Let me know the time, then."

"Will do."

After seeing her out, I went back to feeding Mira. My mom suggested, "I can watch her while you go. Getting the dress right is important. If Christine's option doesn't work out, we can look into alternatives

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Traditional Western wedding dresses were plentiful.

However, everyone seemed to prefer modern takes on classic styles these days.

The kind I wanted was rare in the market, and there was no time left to design and tailor one myself.

"Let's see how Christine's option pans out first. If it doesn't work, I'll let you know, but she's usually very reliable."

My mom nodded, "Alright then."

After a pause, I asked, "Mom, have you really given up on acting?"

My mom had retired from acting years ago, only to decide on a comeback last year before a tragic accident halted all her plans.

Fortunately, her financial stability

allowed her to afford the breach of

contract fees. Plus, she had recommended suitable replacements to the brands and directors involved, so the financial blow wasn't as harsh as it could have been.