Chapter 575

The off-the-shoulder wedding dress cascaded to the floor, its train flowing gracefully.

It outlined Vivian Bennett's slender waist and the elegant line of her shoulders.

In the mirror, she wore no makeup, yet her features were startlingly beautiful.

They say a woman is at her most beautiful the moment she puts on a wedding dress.

At this moment, she wholeheartedly agreed.

It was her, yet it felt so unfamiliar it made her dizzy.

This was the first time she had ever touched the softness of a wedding gown.

The man beside her wore a perfectly tailored black suit.

It accentuated Liam Sullivan's tall, straight posture, exuding a steady, mature charm.

Standing side by side, they shared an indescribable harmony.

Vivian gazed at their reflection in the mirror.

The corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a faint smile.

Liam turned his head just in time to catch that smile.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice low. "Such a sly smile. What are you thinking?"

"What sly smile?" Vivian widened her eyes, feigning innocence. "I'm being perfectly sincere."

A soft hum escaped Liam's throat, but he said no more.

The boutique owner approached them at the perfect moment, beaming. "Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Sullivan, does the gown fit well?"

This wedding dress was custom-ordered from abroad by Liam after she agreed to the marriage.

The measurements were exact.

Liam remained silent, so Vivian answered gently. "It fits perfectly. I love it."

"I'm glad you like it." The owner's gaze shifted between them, offering sincere praise. "You two are truly a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Even I feel envious just looking at you."

Liam heard such flattery too often to be moved by it.

Yet at this moment, it sounded particularly pleasing to his ears.

He still didn't speak.

Vivian simply offered another soft smile.

After changing out of the gown, Liam instructed the owner on a few minor adjustments.

Vivian wandered to another section.

Her eyes were drawn to a row of bridesmaid dresses.

Her fingertips lightly brushed the soft fabric.

She imagined Sophia Miller wearing one of them, her gaze gentle.

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Before she could turn, Liam spoke first. "The bridesmaid and groomsmen attire is also prepared."

A warm feeling blossomed in Vivian's heart.

She turned to look at him.

She felt a surge of gratitude.

Gratitude that there was someone in this world who understood her so well.

"Tell me," she stepped closer, looping her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling. "Did I save the galaxy in my past life?"

Liam's brow arched slightly, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

Vivian smiled sweetly. "Otherwise, how could I have met you?"

His response was to pinch her cheek. "You're being ridiculous."

His tone held a hint of reprimand, but the corners of his mouth couldn't suppress their upward curve.

Her cheek stung a little, but her heart swelled with sweetness.

She always felt her luck was too good.

So good it felt like a dream she never dared to wish for.

Just as they were about to leave, the door was pushed open hurriedly.

Sophia Miller rushed in.

She had come as soon as she received Vivian's call.