That evening, Avery saw Elliot and the designer in the living room when she arrived home.

The designer was here to take Avery's measurements.

"I want a pretty dress, too, Mommy." Layla gazed enviously at Avery.

"I've bought so many pretty dresses for you before, sweetie. There are still plenty of them that you haven't worn yet!" Avery said.

"That's different." Layla frowned.

"How so?"

"Daddy showed me the wedding gown you'll be wearing. It's a lot prettier than any of my dresses," Layla said, then suddenly smiled and said, "Daddy said he'll get me the same dress as yours."

Avery turned to Elliot. "Are you sure you want to get your daughter a wedding gown?"

Elliot was embarrassed. "As long as she's happy."

Avery felt that there was something very wrong about his behavior.

First of all, the wedding gown was long. It would be difficult for Layla to move around in such a bulky dress.

Second of all, how could he keep giving in to the children?

"How could you keep going with what