Chapter 18
Liam was marrying Felicity, after all. He’d want to see his bride in the dress himself, not Olivia. It felt all wrong.
Olivia shook her head instinctively. “Felicity, I can’t do that.”
The manager, eager to please and close the sale, chimed in quickly. “Ms. Erwin and Ms. Ford have similar builds. I’m sure it’ll be just fine.”
“Liam, I really want to see how these dresses look,” Felicity said, turning to him with a pleading look in her eyes.
Only Liam caught the quick wink she gave him. The message was clear: “You owe me.”
Liam forced a calm expression and turned to Olivia. “Help Felicity out, please. She’s had her eye on these dresses for a while,” he said, his tone steady.
“Please, Olivia?” Felicity’s eyes were filled with hope. It was hard to refuse.
The manager had already summoned a staff member with a stunning wedding gown. “This one is entirely handmade with exquisite craftsmanship. The design is truly unique and eye–catching,” she said, her voice brimming with pride.
It was breathtaking, no doubt. No woman could resist a beautiful wedding dress. But Olivia knew she’d probably never meet someone who’d make her want to wear one again. The memory of the dress she’d torn to shreds flashed through her mind, bringing a flicker of pain.
“Ms. Erwin, the fitting room is this way,” the manager said, already heading toward the changing area.
“Alright,” Olivia replied, pulling herself together. She nodded and followed right away.
Minutes later, Olívia stepped out in the wedding dress. The manager practically ushered her over to where Liam and Felicity were waiting. “This gown is absolutely gorgeous. I can just imagine how stunning Ms. Ford will look in it,” she gushed.
The manager’s excitement only made Olivia more self–conscious. She kept her eyes on the intricate beading of the dress, and thus she missed the way Liam’s gaze sharpened with a possessive gleam when he saw her.
Felicity gave a small, knowing smile. She’d known Liam long enough to see through his usual poker face. He was a master at hiding his feelings–except when it came to Olivia. His affection for her was as plain as day.
But with their current “sibling” status, Felicity had to say things were bound to get complicated.
Felicity stood up and clapped her hands. “Olivia, you look incredible. You’re like a walking dream. I can’t
Jok away.”
Her words were like a balm, and Olivia, who had been feeling a bit uneasy, finally relaxed enough to laugh. “Felicity, if you keep this up, I might just start believing it.”
“I’m serious,” Felicity insisted, her eyes twinkling. “Ask Liam if you don’t believe me,”
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