Aria's POV
My fingertips had just brushed the delicate tulle of the white gown when Mrs. Moore gently guided me toward the mirror, turning me halfway around. Her eyes lit up instantly.
"Look how perfectly this cut suits you! The shoulder line is just right. If we take the waist in just a touch more, it'll be absolutely perfect." She paused, her expression turning hopeful. "Miss Smith, would you do us a favor?"
I nodded before I could think better of it, and Mrs. Moore immediately took my hand, patting it softly.
"My daughter-in-law—she's about your size, you see. But she's quite shy, very reserved." Her tone was affectionate, almost wistful.
"Looking at all these styles, my husband and I can't quite figure out what young people prefer these days. Would you mind trying them
