Kayla
The dress was perfect.
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my hands over the soft lavender fabric, the delicate lace detailing catching the light. It fit like a dream, as if Nicholas had sneakily taken my body’s measurements in my sleep. I felt beautiful, elegant, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like…
Myself.
But I couldn’t help but tease Nicholas about it.
“You really didn’t have to do this, you know,” I said as I stepped out of my room, finding him waiting for me in the hallway.
He looked up, his amber eyes sweeping over me unabashedly. I didn’t bother to hide the way his heated gaze sent a flush rising to my cheeks, and I also didn’t bother to hide my own look of appraisal in return. He looked just as handsome as always in his all-black suit,
