Fiancées *Leonetta story*

Chapter 6 ~ Preparing for a June Wedding

Violetta's POV
I woke up buzzing with excitement.
After everything León and I talked about yesterday, it finally felt real — we were getting married. Actually getting married. No drama, no delays, no interruptions. This time, nothing and no one was going to ruin our day.

I'd told the girls over Skype last night, and they practically screamed the house down. Today we were going wedding‑dress shopping, while the boys took León suit shopping. It finally felt like our future was taking shape.

From downstairs, I heard León shout:

León: Babe! The girls are here! Are you ready?

Violetta: Yeah! I'm coming!

I grabbed my jacket and bag, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. The girls — and the boys — were waiting in the hallway.

Ludmila: Finally! What took you so long?

Francesca: Ludmi, it's not your day. We're not shopping for you.

Violetta: Please... no arguing today. I want this to be a good day.

Camila: *practically vibrating* Then let's go before all the good dresses disappear!

I laughed, kissed León goodbye, and followed the girls out to Ludmila's car — of course it was pink, shiny, and dramatic enough to be seen from space.

When we arrived at the shopping centre, it was chaos. People everywhere, noise bouncing off every wall. We pushed through the crowds, weaving between families and shoppers until we finally reached the row of bridal boutiques.

The moment we stepped inside the first shop, we all stopped.

The dresses were breathtaking — rows of lace, silk, tulle, shimmering under soft lights.
For a moment, I forgot to breathe.

This was really happening. I was choosing the dress I'd marry León in and for the first time in a long time... everything felt right.

The shopkeeper noticed us wandering around with wide eyes and came over with a warm smile.
She asked if we needed help, and we all nodded at once. She pulled a selection of dresses from the racks — each one more beautiful than the last — and handed them to me.

I stepped into the changing room, heart racing.
Trying them on felt like my own private fashion show.

I stepped out in Dress Number 4.

Francesca: Oh. My. God. Number 4 is stunning, Vilu.

Camila: I still love number 2. It suits you so much.

Violetta: Ludmi? What about you?

Ludmila: Numbers 1 and 4. They're both gorgeous.

The shopkeeper clasped her hands together.

Shopkeeper: Which one feels like you, sweetie?

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning slightly.

Violetta: I'm not sure... they're all beautiful. But I feel the most comfortable in this one.

Ludmila: So number 4?

Violetta: I don't know... number 1 made me feel like a princess.

Ludmila rolled her eyes dramatically.

Ludmila: Well, make up your mind. We still have to choose our dresses too.

Violetta: Okay, okay. Number 4.

Shopkeeper: Excellent choice. I'll wrap it up for you.

Francesca practically jumped up.

Francesca: My turn!