Lina's POV
I shrugged, smoothing down the gown that had clearly been rushed to completion. The fabric was beautiful, but I could see the tiny imperfections where the seamstress had worked against the clock.
Catching Adrian's hand, I looked up at him with a teasing smile. "Alpha Storm, you've got me covered from neck to ankle. Isn't that kind of a waste of my good figure?"
His eyebrow arched. "Good figure?"
"You don't think so?" I lifted my chin, channeling false confidence. "I've had talent scouts try to recruit me for modeling, you know. Sure, I don't have Chloe's comic book proportions, but I've got curves in all the right places."
Adrian's gaze dropped deliberately to my chest, lingering there with an intensity that made my breath catch.
Pregnancy had changed my body
