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    Linsey, however, barely paid attention to any of the conversation. Her gaze remained fixed on her reflection in the mirror, lost in her own thoughts.


    Linsey stared at her reflection, the silence thick around her, the ivory fabric floating like a memory. Then, a vision from five years ago appeared in her mind: her first meeting with Collin.


    That day, she had worn a wedding gown as well. It hadn’t been asvish or intricately crafted as the one she wore now, but it had etched itself deeper into her heart than any designerbel ever could.


    From nearby, Gorman’s gaze shifted toward Linsey. Something about her quiet poise in that moment melted the coldness that had settled in his heart over the past few days. Despite everything, Linsey remained the woman he dreamed of building a life with. No matter how tense things had been, he couldn’t bring himself to be cold toward her now.


    Suppressing a sigh, Gorman stepped closer, gently taking herce-gloved hand in his. His voice softened as he murmured, “Linsey, my parents are visiting Grester in a few days. They’re thrilled about the wedding. You know they’ve always liked you—and once we’re married, they’ll treat you like their own daughter.”


    Linsey’s eyes refocused, and without sparing him a nce, she pulled her hand away. “I’ve tried it on. Let’s just go,” she said, her brow slightly furrowed in impatience.


    An awkward silence settled over the room. The few people nearby could sense the tension in the air. There was no mistaking it; this woman didn’t seem eager to marry.


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    The softness in Gorman’s expression faltered for a moment. Then, with forcedposure, he managed a strained smile and reached for her hand once more.


    “Wait, not yet,” he said, keeping his tone light. “You haven’t seen me in my suit.”


    Fixing his eyes on her, Gorman refused to look away. “You’re a designer. Shouldn’t you help your fiancé decide if his wedding look is worthy of standing beside you?”


    Without another word, Gorman let go of her hand and walked toward the fitting room.


    Behind him, Linsey watched his retreating figure, her frown deepening. Was he really so confident that he could just casually try on his suit?


    A sudden realization struck her—the entire first floor of the boutique was swarming with Gorman’s people. And with her in that voluminous wedding gown, there was no way she could make a clean escape.


    More than that, Zenia and Caylee were still under his control. Running was simply not an option.


    Frustration clenched in her chest as Linsey bit her lip, the weight of powerlessness pressing down on her. For a brief moment, the image of Haven’s elegant silhouette adorned in the Star of the Desert shed through her thoughts.


    She had to face the truth.


    If Collin had truly intended to save her, he would have acted by now. He had the means. He had the power. Yet, he had turned down Haven’s invitation. He hadn’t even set foot here.


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