On the screen, Nadia stood in front of the mirror, draped in my wedding dress. The ivory silk cascaded down her body, hugging her figure perfectly. She took slow, deliberate steps toward Jonah, who stood frozen, staring at her like she was the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen.
"Jonah, do I look good?"
Jonah's lips parted slightly. Then, a smile broke across his face.
"You're beautiful," he breathed. "Even more stunning than I pictured in my dreams."
Nadia bit her lip, her eyes misting over. "Jonah... pinch me. I need to know if this is real. All this time, I've only been able to picture us like this in my dreams..."
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Jonah, visibly distressed, bent down and brushed his lips against her skin, kissing the tear away.
"Silly girl," he murmured. "It's a good thing you showed up. Or I might have found someone else to marry..."
The owner, standing beside me, looked beyond uncomfortable.
"Miss Arabelle, I—I'm so sorry. This was a mistake by my staff... I'll find an excuse to get the dress back for you."
I let out a slow breath. There was no mistake.