(Author's POV)
Gavin sat with his phone for a moment, smiling to himself. Then he checked the time, grabbed his jacket, and headed out. He'd promised Olivia he'd meet her at the boutique - she'd been talking about her fitting for weeks.
Tiffany's bridal boutique was sleek and quiet, all white walls and soft lighting and the kind of careful elegance that made everything inside it look expensive. Gavin pushed through the glass door and stopped.
Olivia was near the fitting platform, bent at the waist, adjusting the hem of someone else's gown.
He recognized the posture before he recognized the situation - the careful, accommodating curve of her shoulders, the way she was making herself small. She wasn't trying on her own dress. She was serving as someone else's assistant.
He looked at the
