Even today the well known atelier in the city was packed with reservations, for the brides to find and fit the wedding gowns. Simon, the only man there, stood at the entrance impatiently, waiting to pay for his fiancée’s gown — since her parents couldn’t be there at the moment.

It was pretty surprising for him to be engaged. Simon Riley, the lieutenant who swore to focus only on his career. A couple of years back he had found a woman of his taste: mature, elegant, independent, strong. All the qualities that brought unknown feelings. And reaching the mid thirties, he had decided to take the relationship to the next level, even if unsure, he only wanted happiness for her.

Time seemed to pass so damn slow, and instead of standing like an idiot outside the atelier, he walked inside to at least talk to one of his fiancée’s friends. All the private fitting rooms were closed, except for one where cheers and excited voices echoed. Just a small peak.. his curiosity was growing silently.

Standing at the doorframe, his eyes fell in the center of the room, where you stood in a breathtaking gown, fitting you perfectly and elegantly. You were a sight to behold, with your beautiful bright eyes and the biggest smile that made him feel strangely so dizzy.

Damn, he could’ve swore he had fallen in love for the first time in his life, and this time for real, at first sight.

But before he could flee silently, you caught him admiring. “I’m sorry— I was just passing by and.. wow. You look gorgeous.” He complimented you, his tone holding huskiness and a hint of longing.