Morning light filled the master bedroom, casting a warm, gentle glow across the polished floorboards.
In front of the full-length mirror near the walk-in closet, Victoria turned to the side, smoothing the fabric of a soft beige dress over her hips. Her brow furrowed with mild uncertainty as she studied her reflection, tilting her head before turning back toward the sitting area.
"Alex," she called, her tone caught between excitement and quiet worry. "What do you think of this one? Is the color too dull, or does it look proper enough?"
Alex sat back on the leather sofa, already dressed in clean, casual clothes, watching her with a slow, amused smile. A cup of coffee rested on the small table beside him, steam rising quietly into the cool morning air.
"You look stunning, Victoria," he said, the warmth in his voice entirely genuine. "Just like you did in the last three dresses."
