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Elyse's First-Person POV
In the awkward silence, one of my friends quickly stepped in to ease the tension. "Maybe I misheard. There are plenty of other styles over there. Let's go try those."
Everyone chimed in, agreeing with her.
My fiance, Philip Dillon, gave a light chuckle, then lowered his head to look at his phone again.
The mood quickly warmed up, as if the earlier tension had never existed.
The sales associate enthusiastically explained the proper care for the wedding dress to the woman from earlier.
She smiled brightly as she listened, but her eyes kept flicking over to Philip. Then, she lowered her head to her phone and typed something.
Right after that, a notification sound came from Philip's phone. But instead of checking his phone, he looked up and briefly glanced at me.
Only when he saw that I wasn't looking did he look down to reply to the message with a faint smile.
Not long after the woman left, Philip raised his phone and addressed us. "Elyse, I have a meeting in a bit. I need to go now."
I didn't reply. I just walked into the fitting room.
Just before I pulled the curtain shut, I caught a glimpse of Philip talking briefly with the woman as he stepped out of the store.
A moment later, a message from my best friend, Brenna Peck, popped up. "Why didn't you pick the wedding dress you liked before?"
I explained the situation to her honestly. After reading it, she immediately called me. She sounded furious as she asked, "Her again? Jane Zamora?"
Jane Zamora was Philip's new assistant.
Today was the first time I'd met her in person, but I'd heard about her before.
At the engagement party two weeks ago, everything went smoothly, from the program to the guests and the details.
But there was one thing missing. My parents weren't listed among the invitees.
I was furious and hurt, and I demanded that Philip fire Jane, who was in charge of the guest list.
But he just wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, "It's her first time handling this. Cut her some slack. She was only trying to help. Be more forgiving."
Brenna's voice snapped me back to the moment. "I'm telling you, that woman's up to something! The wedding should be about you two, but she keeps sticking her nose in it. And Philip—"
My friends were calling for me from outside. I told Brenna we'd talk later before stepping out from behind the curtain.
We spent the rest of the evening trying on wedding dresses, and finally, I found one I was happy with.
Philip happened to return just then, and my friends immediately swarmed him, demanding to get his opinion.
He glanced at the dress and gave a small smile. "It looks good."
Then, he turned his attention back to his phone, like the woman in front of him wasn't his fiancee but just another random person.
Once the sales associate finished packaging the dress, Philip finally put his phone away.
He instinctively moved to grab the bag, but I stepped aside. "I got it. You'll just get it dirty."
Philip chuckled softly and ruffled my hair. "You're being so careful."
Chapter 2
I brushed Philip's hand off lightly and climbed into the backseat.
On the road, I stared out the window, then suddenly called his name. "You'd already reserved that dress for her, hadn't you?"
Philip's hand trembled ever so lightly on the steering wheel.
After a moment of silence, he replied without denying it. "Actually, the one you originally picked wasn't really suited for you. It would only highlight your figure's flaws. You're much better suited for a mermaid cut. So, there's no harm in letting her have the dress, right?"
When I didn't respond, Philip sighed. "Elyse, it's just a dress. If you're not happy, we can go pick another one later. You can choose whatever you like. Be the bigger person. Don't sweat the small stuff."
That same line again.
I should be the bigger person and overlook Jane ruining my engagement party.
I should be the bigger person and ignore her openly challenging me in front of my friends.
I should be the bigger person and let her have my wedding dress.
I sat up, my eyes falling on Philip's face in the rearview mirror. "I won't have time to pick a new dress, Philip."
The wind rushed through the window, brushing against my slightly red eyes.
"My mom won't be around for that long."
The first year Philip and I were together, Mom's condition suddenly worsened, and she was admitted to the ICU.
The doctors issued a critical warning, and I was completely lost. Sitting in the hospital corridor, I cried until I couldn't breathe.
It was Philip who arrived first. He held me tightly and told me not to be scared because he was there.
He dropped his work and moved mountains to bring in the best specialists in the country for her.
He even personally arranged her ward and hired caretakers. Every day, as soon as he finished work, he'd rush straight to the hospital. He'd bring me food and stay by my side to watch over Mom, never even stopping to take a single sip of water.
During those days, his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, but he never complained. He'd always stroke my head and say, "Elyse, your mom will get better. Don't worry. I'll take care of both of you."
At that time, I looked at him and thought I was the luckiest person alive to have him. He was all I needed in life.
It was because of that favor that I kept excusing his neglect and forgiving his indifference.
Even when he showed favoritism toward Jane, I told myself I was just overthinking it. He was simply being compassionate for his employee.
But now, everything he had done felt like a hammer, slowly breaking all my expectations and fantasies.
In the heavy silence, Philip gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter.
Finally, he seemed to give in and nodded. "We'll go tomorrow, okay?"
His tone was colder than usual. "Tomorrow, I'll go with you to pick a new one. We'll make sure you like it."
He didn't speak after that, and the car fell into complete silence.
But the car sped up. When we turned a corner, we nearly scraped past another vehicle.
I was exhausted too. I leaned back in the seat, not wanting to say a word.
After dropping me off downstairs, Philip made an excuse about work and drove off.
I went up to my room, unpacked the wedding dress I had reluctantly chosen, and hung it in the guest room closet.
Staring at the white fabric, I felt a deep emptiness within me.
Suddenly, my phone rang. When I saw the caller ID, I took a deep breath before answering. "Hey, Dad."
"Elyse, how's the wedding planning with Philip going?"
I pressed my lips together. Just as I was about to voice the hesitation I'd been feeling, I heard a soft sigh on the other end.
Chapter 3
Dad's voice softened. "I know this is a big deal for you, Elyse. You've got to take your time to prepare for the wedding. But… this afternoon, the nurse said your mom's condition has gotten worse. Her stats aren't looking good. She might not—"
"No!" I cut him off immediately and forced a smile. "Dad, no matter what, I will make sure Mom attends my wedding."
There was a crackle on the line, then Mom's voice came through. "Sweetie, I don't need to attend your wedding. I just want to see you happy. Philip is a good man, and he treats you well. Only if you're happy can I leave in peace."
I blinked back my tears and promised her, "Mom, I will be happy. I promise. You need to promise me that you'll take care of yourself too."
When I hung up, the room felt utterly dark and silent again.
I wiped my eyes and sent Philip a text. "Don't forget to pick the wedding dress with me tomorrow."
He didn't reply.
The next day passed with no sign of him.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Philip finally called. He sounded apologetic as he said, "Elyse, an urgent meeting came up. I can't go with you to pick the dress. Can we postpone it for a few days? I—"
"We can't," I cut him off softly.
There was a pause, then his tone softened. "Elyse, don't be difficult. I really can't leave now. You know I've been swamped—"
"I'm going today to pick the new dress. I'm not changing the wedding date either. It's the day after tomorrow," I said.
He froze for a moment. "Wait, what?"
I replied, "I've already started notifying friends and family. We're getting married on February 23rd."
Philip laughed, incredulous. "Elyse, do you even hear yourself? Is this reasonable? Designing invitations, booking the venue, and rehearsing with the emcee will all take time. Besides, I've been busy lately and can't afford the distraction. Why can't you ever understand me?"
I closed my eyes, feeling calmer than I thought I would.
"Philip," I said softly, "I told you, my mom can't wait."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Philip's voice came through, as cold as ice. "She's waited all these years. Why can't she wait a few more days? Is it her who's anxious or you? You know the answer yourself!"
The line went dead.
I sat on the couch for a full hour.
Finally, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. "The wedding's the day after tomorrow. I need a groom. Are you in?"
That evening, I went to the bridal shop to return the dress I'd reserved the day before.
Through the window, I saw two familiar figures.
The door was open, and their voices drifted in clearly.
"Mr. Dillon, it was already a hassle for you to reserve the dress. Now I'm making you come pick another one too. It's my fault. I've put on a little weight lately. It doesn't fit anymore."
Philip, who always said he was too busy, was leaning against the counter. He replied smoothly, "You're so thin. A little extra weight looks good on you. Cute, even."
At that moment, the sales associate came over with a new dress.
Upon hearing their conversation, she smiled. "Actually, your size is still on the slimmer side. A little weight isn't bad. It just means you're happy with your fiance. We call it happy weight."
Jane looked down bashfully, saying nothing to correct the sales associate's misunderstanding about their relationship.
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