His eyes met hers in the mirror, and it was like a kick to the gut. "Gods, you're beautiful," he whispered, possibly even too softly for her to hear.
When she said she should change in that sad tone, he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. "You should get that dress. Not for Halloween, but it's meant to be yours." He could see her in it, walking down the aisle to marry someone she would actually get to spend her life with, to grow old with. He wanted that for her more than he could say, especially with how miserable her first marriage had made her.