03 My words hit their mark . Delphine's eyes glistened with perfectly timed tears . Even in our brutal world , women dreamed of beauty , of being cherished . Cillian's jaw tightened , but he didn't object . Perhaps he felt the weight of his own guilt . Seeing him soften , Delphine asked hesitantly , " May I really ? " I nodded to the attendant , who helped her into the gown . Cillian stood in his custom Italian suit , perfectly tailored to his powerful frame . When Delphine went to change , he started removing his jacket . I touched his arm . " She's pregnant . What if she needs help ? " The concern that flashed across his face told me everything . Soon Delphine emerged , assisted by the boutique staff . N Her figure still matched mine - pregnancy not yet showing . The dress fit perfectly . Joy transformed her face as she asked , " How do I look , Cillian ? " He stared for a long moment before answering softly , " Beautiful . " The shop attendant , not knowing our complicated history , gushed , " You two look perfect together ! Like you were made for each other ! " The temperature in the room dropped . Delphine's mask slipped for just a moment before she started to protest . " No , you don't understand ... " I clapped slowly , each sound like a gunshot . " She's right . You do look perfect together . That dress was made for you , Delphine . " Beautiful things deserved to be admired by those who'd stolen them , didn't they ? Cillian's eyes burned into mine , searching for the woman who'd always been possessive of what was hers . Especially something as symbolic as a wedding dress . " Saoirse ... " I smiled coldly . " I just remembered I have a shipment coming in at the docks . Declan's crew can't handle it alone . Enjoy your fitting . " I walked out before he could respond . ་ གརོང་ The next morning , I went to our private clinic .