Alexandre dragged her through a high-end boutique and Sophia's eyes went wide at the prices. "Alex, no. I can't." She pulled away from his hand, but he yanked her to his side.
"I insist. My father wants me to buy you the best dress my money can buy for his afterparty." Alexandre bent down to press his lips against her forehead.
"Can't I just make one?" Sophia looked up at him with her bottom lip between her teeth and she slowly let it go from her lips.
Alexandre shook his head. "While I would love for you to... my father wants you wearing something from this shop." Alexandre sighed and steered her towards the cocktail dresses.
Sophia sighed and gave in as she began to search through the rack of beautiful dresses. She really would have rather been making her own, but she didn't want
