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    Although Corrine had agreed to marry Nate, and Evelyn would soon visit the Ford family to discuss the engagement and wedding arrangements, she knew deep down that the wedding ceremony wouldn’t unfold as swiftly or smoothly as others expected.

    After all, she and Nate had only been together for a few months. Rushing into marriage now felt less like romance and more like a plunge into the unknown.

    As she sat with these thoughts swirling in her mind, Rachel stepped out of the fitting room.

    She was adjusting the hem of her dress, eyes alight with anticipation as she turned toward Corrine with a radiant smile. “Corrine, how do I look?”

    Corrine lifted her gaze. Beneath the soft, glowing lights, the white gown shimmered with a delicate brilliance—pure, elegant, almost ethereal.

    Despite being a wedding dress designer who had long since grown numb to satin andce, to trains and veils, something stirred within her as she looked at Rachel.

    A faint ripple, unexpected and strangely tender, rose in her chest. She smiled warmly, setting aside the booklet in her hands. “You look stunning.”

    Rachel’s smile brightened, her joy deepening at the praise. Then, after a hesitant pause, she asked carefully, “Do you think Jules will like it?”

    “He’ll be speechless,” Corrine replied, gently cing her hands on Rachel’s shoulders as she turned her toward the mirror. “Unless he’spletely blind, how could he miss how breathtaking you look?”

    Rachel’s cheeks bloomed with color at Corrine’s teasing remark, her eyes shyly flickering downward.

    In the end, Corrine insisted on paying for the dress—a gesture that left Rachel visibly uneasy.

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    Noticing the tension clouding her expression, Corrine brushed it off with a reassuring smile. “It’s just a dress, Rachel. Don’t overthink it. Take it as my wedding gift to you—a token of acknowledgment from your future cousin-inw. Besides, since you’re marrying into the Ford family, it’s only natural that you shouldn’t be footing the bill.”

    Rachel reached for Corrine’s hand, holding it gently. Her voice was quiet but heartfelt. “Thank you, Corrine.”

    She had steeled herself to face cold shoulders and polite distance from the Ford family—but unexpectedly, the very first warmth she received came from Corrine.

    Perhaps because of Nate’s status, Rachel had always been tentative around Corrine. Her words and gestures were careful, uncertain. She ventured softly, “Can I ask you something?”

    “Of course,” Corrine nodded.

    “I heard from my uncle Franco that Nate has been arranged to marry someone by his grandmother. Are you the one?”

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