The glass doors of Blush Atelier slid open, and Cynthia stepped into a world of pristine elegance. Gowns in every silhouette glittered under ambient lights—lace, satin, and pearls lined the walls like art in a museum. But Cynthia’s hand instinctively flew to her small, growing belly, a silent reminder that this wasn’t just about a dress. This was about stepping into a life she never thought she’d live.

“Don’t look so nervous,” Ava said, linking her arm through Cynthia’s. “You’re glowing.”

Cynthia gave her a half-smile. “That’s probably the pregnancy hormones.”

“Exactly!” Ava winked. “Pregnant and getting married to a billionaire. This is peak girlboss behavior.”

Cynthia rolled her eyes,...