Sibel’s POV
The next day, Dylan and I drove to the custom dress shop. I desperately needed a break from all the chaos, and honestly, I had been waiting for this moment. A custom dress fitting was exactly what I needed to clear my head. As we stepped inside, the delicate scent of expensive fabric and designer perfumes filled the air.
"Are you ready?" Dylan asked, his usual calm demeanor showing a hint of excitement.
I smiled, nodding. “Of course.”
The tailor led me to a private room where the dress awaited. It was exquisite, crafted from the finest materials, with intricate beading and delicate embroidery that glow under the soft lighting. It looked like something out of a fairytale, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a rush of anticipation.
I slipped into the dress, and when I stepped out to face Dylan, his reaction took me by surprise.