The mirror didn't lie. Anastasia stood still, her breath suspended in her throat, staring at the vision of herself in the wedding dress. Ivory silk clung to her curves like it had been stitched by the gods. The bodice hugged her tightly, flaring out just below the hips into a cascading waterfall of tulle. Beads and lace shimmered like stardust under the boutique's chandelier lighting. The veil draped behind her like a ghost's whisper, making the moment all the more surreal.
She didn't want to admit it, but she looked breathtaking.
Her hand lifted, ghosting over the fabric of the dress on her waist. She wasn't one to dream of weddings or fairy-tale endings, especially not when the man on the other side of the mirror was Dante Montgomery. A man who bought her company, wrapped her into a contract marriage, and now acted like... like this.
The door creaked open.
Her eyes snapped to the reflection, and her heart stuttered.
Dante stepped inside the changing room.
