Chapitre 42: Emma's Dress

Thea’s POV

I stand in the small room, surrounded by the array of dresses that Emma has laid out, my eyes fixate on a particularly beautiful white dress. Emma's hands delicately hold the gown, and a bittersweet smile plays on her lips.

"This was mine," she says, her voice catching with a mix of emotions. The gown, pristine and elegant, carries the weight of memories. I watch as she carefully unfolds the dress, revealing its intricate details. Emma's eyes well up with tears, and her voice trembles as she begins to share a piece of her past.

"I wore this on the day I married my late husband," Emma reveals, her words tinged with both joy and sorrow. The fabric of the dress seems to hold the echoes of a love story, and I can sense the depth of emotions that this gown stirs within her.

The room is filled with a quiet nostalgia, and I can sense the weight of the memories wrapped up in the folds of the dress.

I ask, "Tell me about that day, Emma."