The soft chime of the bell announced their arrival as she and her mother stepped into the elegant wedding boutique. The air was thick with the scent of fresh fabric and the faintest trace of something metallic, something off, though neither of them paid it any mind. Rows of pristine white gowns lined the walls, each one a masterpiece of lace, satin, and meticulous craftsmanship.

Eddie turned at the sound, his practiced smile already in place. He wore a crisp suit, his dark hair slicked back, and for all the world, he looked like the perfect gentleman—a man devoted to his craft, dedicated to making a woman’s most special day flawless. No one would suspect what lay beneath that charm, the urges he bit back with every passing moment.

"Good afternoon, ladies,"he greeted, his voice smooth and warm."How can I assist you today?"

The older woman beamed."We’re here for my eldest daughter’s wedding dress. We were told your designs are exquisite, Mr. Gluskin."

Eddie’s smile widened."Ah, a most joyous occasion. Please, let me show you some of my finest work."

As he guided them through the store, his eyes briefly flicked to the younger girl beside her mother—shifting uncomfortably, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked down when he met her gaze, her cheeks warming under the weight of his attention. She was young, far too young, but her shyness pleased him. It was a rare thing these days, something delicate and untarnished.