Chapter 5

I felt bewildered. Bespoke gowns typically require extensive time to create. "Custom-made?"

"Indeed, we generally need a minimum of three months' notice for tailor-made orders," the shop assistant clarified calmly.

I couldn't shake the thought of why Ryan had placed the order so far in advance—who was it initially intended for?

Yet, when I slipped into the dress, I was astonished to discover it fit flawlessly, as if it had been crafted specifically for me.

"This gentleman clearly knows your measurements well," the assistant remarked, admiring the fit. "Many men come in for bespoke dresses, and they often require numerous adjustments."

I glanced at Ryan, who was quietly seated on the couch. Unlike William, who would always be absorbed in his phone, Ryan's eyes were fixed on me, brimming with affection—as if I were the most precious thing in his world.

"Does it suit me?" I asked quietly, my voice tinged with hope.