The dress fitting started calmly enough—me standing in front of the mirror, Vienna fussing with the hemline, and Cole leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place.

That calm didn’t last.

“Uh… Lau?” Vienna’s voice wavered. “I think the zipper… just broke.”

I froze, mid-twirl. My hand instinctively went to the back of the dress. Sure enough, the zipper had refused to cooperate, and now it was stuck halfway.

Cole, ever the problem solver, crouched behind me. “Let me see… maybe I can fix it—”

“No! Don’t!” I shouted, flailing. “You’ll make it worse!”

He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah… you’re right. I’d just end up designing a new gown.”

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