They were barely out the door and settling into the car when Lucas and Vivienne walked into the store."I'm here to pick up my dress," Vivienne said, already scanning the front counter. "The white one with the silver beading. I called ahead this morning to inform you that I'd be here today."Georgia's expression flattened into something carefully neutral. "I'm sorry, that dress has been sold.""Sold?" Vivienne's voice climbed sharply. "I already paid for it. In full. And I told this store weeks ago I'd be wearing it for the after-party at my wedding — which is in three days!""Don't raise your voice at me," Georgia said, unbothered. "A lovely couple came in earlier and bought it. The husband even paid double what you did, without blinking. He transferred the funds on the spot. How exactly was I supposed to turn that down?"Vivienne went very still.A million dollars. For a dress. Paid without a second's hesitation, without a single question about the price.She didn't know who the man