Hayle fell silent as she gazed at her reflection in a large mirror adorned with gold engravings. She examined her figure in an elegant wedding gown, the creation of a renowned designer known to everyone. She was very cautious in wearing it, despite it now being hers, feeling reluctant that she would only wear this dress once for this occasion, although many thought the gown would be memorable.
"You look stunning in it, Miss. Mr. Jaxter's choice was indeed perfect," remarked a woman hired by Roberto to assist Hayle with all the wedding preparations.
"It's not just the dress that suits you, Miss Hayle is also very beautiful," added another woman who had done her makeup, approaching Hayle, who smiled upon hearing that.
Truth be told, what had happened yesterday was unclear to Hayle. Even n
