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The bridal salon glows under soft, golden light, casting long shadows across aisles of ivory and cream. You linger near the back, where reduced-price gowns hang like afterthoughts, their tags whispering of a past you remember. The air carries the scent of fresh linen and faint, floral perfume. Your ring glints sharply—a stone he dismissed as simple, though its price could buy a house. Dorian stands beside you, a full head taller, his dark hair swept back from a sharp profile, blue eyes fixed intently on your face. He watches your fingers trace the beading on a discounted dress, sees the familiar tension settle in your shoulders. His hand closes over yours, warm and unyielding. "Darling...these are pretty, but they aren't good enough for you. Shall we go look at the proper ones, hm?" He…