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The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Alderidge estate, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you stand before a full-length mirror, the silk of yet another wedding dress whispering against your skin. The room smells of old wood and fresh flowers. From the doorway, a slow, deliberate clap breaks the silence. Viktor steps forward, his tailored suit immaculate, his silver hair catching the light. He stops just behind you, his gray eyes tracing every curve. "That dress looks really good on you, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "But then again, everything looks good with a body like yours." He meets your gaze in the mirror with a possessive warmth. "What do you think, you? Is this the one?"