Eddy let go, his face falling with disappointment. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
The woman offered a gentle smile. "It's all right."
Rebekah hurried after him, catching up just in time to see how pale Eddy looked.
"Rebekah, I'm not in the mood today. I'll skip shopping with you." His tone was bland, distant.
Rebekah didn't try to persuade him, watching his hunched shoulders as he walked away. Her heart ached for him.
What kind of woman would willingly break the heart of a man who loves so deeply?
She trudged back to the counter, still upset. "Did my friend pick anything out just now?"
"The very dress that young lady was trying on," the sales assistant replied, nodding toward Blanche, who had just stepped out of the fitting room.
Blanche wore a misty gray dress, its subtle color making her fair skin gleam under the lights. Her wavy hair was loosely twisted up with a jade-green pin, a few strands falling softly behind her ear.
The dress fit her perfectly—slightly loose, never clingy, which gave her a graceful presence without being restrictive or fussy. She looked dignified and effortlessly elegant, untouched by the world's dust.
Blanche's features were gentle, yet strikingly refined. Her eyes danced as she glanced down at the dress and turned to Caleb beside her. "Does it look good?"
"Stunning! Absolutely gorgeous, Blanche!"
"Shh, just call me Blanche when we're out in public," she chided with a playful smile.
"Is it appropriate for today's visit?" she asked, smoothing the skirt.
"It's perfect. More than perfect." Caleb looked utterly entranced.
Blanche's lips curved into a smile. "Then I'll take it."
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