Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together and praised her, "Mm, they're all beautiful."
Holly Winslow tried on each dress for Wyatt Winslow to see. In her past life, he hadn't seen her try on her wedding dress.
Back then, Wyatt Winslow had called. The conversation was brief, as usual, making it easy to misunderstand his meaning. "Choosing a wedding dress?"
At the time, she hadn't understood what he meant—that he wanted to see.
He wanted to see his daughter try on her wedding dress.
'If I could go back to that moment, I would have definitely said, "Dad, you should come see me try on my wedding dress."'
She emerged from the room in the final wedding dress. Seeing the man's reddened eyes, a lump formed in her own throat.
She pretended not to notice, lifting the side of her skirt and giving it a few gentle swishes. Her smile was as radiant as a flower. "Dad, which one do you think is the prettiest?"
