Theo knelt down to help her adjust her gown, his hands steady but his gaze filled with an intense mix of satisfaction and tenderness. As he picked up her torn thong from the floor, Savannah let out an exasperated groan. She snatched it from his hand, holding up the ripped fabric as though it were evidence in a court of law.
“You tore it!” she accused, her voice a blend of irritation and disbelief.
Theo only smirked, unapologetic. “You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.”
Savannah’s glare could have pierced steel, but she turned away, heading to the mirror where her purse sat. Her irritation quickly morphed into horror as she caught sight of herself in the glass.
Her hair, once meticulously styled in an elegant French bun, now cascaded down her back in wild, untamed waves. Her lips w
