She looked exquisite—like a goddamn queen. No, she looked like mine. My woman, my love, my everything. My sunshine.
God help me.
The lavender dress hugged every inch of her, molding to her body in the most sinful, jaw-dropping way imaginable. Normally, she avoided anything this tight, anything that drew so much attention, but Kat had clearly interfered. And damn it, Kat knew exactly what she was doing. She had helped Violet pick a dress that wasn’t just a dress—it was pure agony for me. Every curve, every dip, every inch of fabric seemed designed to torment me. The way it shimmered under the lights, clinging to her like it had been painted on, was almost too much to handle.
Sitting next to her at the table was torture of the sweetest and cruelest kind. Every time she leaned toward me, h
