Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 734
Witnessing Ariana’s unyielding determination, Lilyana Let out a sigh and uttered, “In that case, do me a favor and indulge me by
trying it on. This creation stands as my proudest achievement, yet it has merely adorned a lifeless mannequin. It saddens me
greatly to have never witnessed it adorning a Living being.”
Ariana, upon hearing Lilyana’s plea, could no Longer deny her request and agreed to slip into the dress.
Taking hold of the garment, she made her way toward the fitting room, but a faint trace of cigarette smoke abruptly filled her
senses.
Surely, only she and Lilyana remained within the confines of the store.
Why, then, did the scent of smoke infiltrate the air?
Moreover, this particular smoke carried an unusual essence, reminiscent of Theodore’s distinctive aroma.
Ariana furrowed her brow and looked forward. The source of the scent seemed to emanate from the inner room.
Ariana hesitated for a moment, her body involuntarily turning towards the enticing inner chamber.
But before she could take another step, Lilyana intercepted her, pointing in a different direction. “Miss, you’re going the wrong
way.
The fitting room is over there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ariana apologized, snapping out of her momentary trance. It dawned on her that barging into someone’s inner
chamber without invitation was impolite. Besides, the Lingering scent of smoke had dissipated, perhaps a figment of her
imagination.
She offered a slight nod of appreciation to Lilyana and obediently entered the fitting room.
Once inside, Ariana found herself even more enamored with the dress.
Its craftsmanship was nothing short of exquisite, and the fabric caressed her skin with unparalleled softness.
As she slipped into the gown, Ariana marveled at its perfect fit.
The waistline, neckline, and shoulder Line harmonized flawlessly, as if the dress had been tailor-made exclusively for her.
She couldn’t help but gaze at her reflection in the mirror, captivated by the sight. After making a few minor adjustments, Ariana
emerged from the fitting room.
“My goodness, it fits you perfectly! I knew my judgment wouldn’t be wrong.” Lilyana’s eyes lit up with admiration the moment she
laid eyes on her.
“Miss, you look absolutely stunning,” Lilyana gushed, her voice tinged with genuine awe. “I’ve been a seamstress for so long,
and I’ve never seen anyone more suited for this wedding gown than you. Wearing it, you’ll undoubtedly be the most beautiful
bride.”
Ariana blushed at the shower of compliments, feeling a touch of embarrassment .

Lilyana carefully examined her from head to toe, a smile playing on her lips. “Miss, this wedding gown and you must share some
fate. You should take it. It’s a shame for such a beautiful dress to gather dust here,” she urged, her voice filled with earnestness.
Although Ariana was deeply smitten with the dress, she politely declined, shaking her head.
“I can’t accept it. I can tell that the person who designed this wedding gown put a lot of effort and love into it. They wouldn’t want
their sincere feelings to be taken by a stranger, so I cannot claim it for myself.”
Observing the look of helplessness in Lilyana’s eyes, Ariana quickly added, hoping to provide some solace, “But he hasn’t come
to pick it up in eight years. Maybe he encountered some accident. Let‘s wait a bit longer.”
As she voiced her thoughts, Ariana had a sudden realization. Turning to Lilyana, she proposed, her mind buzzing with the
possibility of reuniting the gown with its rightful owner, “By the way, I work as an agent, and the accounts I manage have decent
traffic. I can take a picture of this dress and promote it online to help find the owner.”