o let me know if I can help you
find anything。？
Blair walked to the foot of the gracefully curving staircase。 Sensing something in the distance；
she ascended the marble steps grandly。 The steps wereexactly like the ones Eliza descends inMy
Fair Lady ； in the scene where she has her society debut。
See； life really does imitate art。
The second floor was nearly empty； except for a floor…to…ceiling three…way mirror against the far
wall。 Sun flooded in and Blair paused； pretending it was her own private dressing room。 In the
middle of the space； suspended from a glass hanger； hung a long white dress。 It was made of silk；
cut along the bias； and seemed to breathe as if it had a life of its own。 It was 。。。beautiful。 Whoever
wore that dress would be the star of a never…ending love story with herself。 Blair reached out to
touch the dress； transfixed。 Could it be？ It was。
It was a wedding dress。
It washer wedding dress。
？Would you like to try it on？？
Blair whirled around to see Lyla from downstairs。 She hadn？t heard her ing。
？Yes； definitely；？ Blair half whispered。 ？I think I？m going to need it。？
For what； exactly？
The shop only acmodated one customer at a time； so there was no need for dressing rooms。
Lyla explained this； reaching up to remove the glass hanger from its tack on the wall； while Blair
all but leapt out of her clothes。 She grabbed the gown and slid into it headfirst。 The chiffon was as
soft and light as fresh whipped cream； and she shivered as it fell down the length of her body。
Avoiding the mirror until everything was perfect； Blair stood by the windows； looking down onto
the lush private garden behind the