The clothes inside were breathtaking. Too stunning. Her heart pounded hard in her chest.
“This way, mon chérie,” the Frenchman said, showing her a blue silk dress that shimmered faintly under the chandelier light.
Kyla froze. She’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“This will be perfect for you,” he said proudly. “I designed it last week.”
“Doesn’t this cost a lot? I mean, it’s…” Kyla breathed, eyes glued to the dress. “…super beautiful.”
Moments later, she stepped out of the dressing room in the gown.
Carlos, mid-conversation on the phone, froze the second he saw her. His hand dropped slowly from his ear, phone forgotten.
“How do I look?” she asked nervously.
He leaned back on the couch, eyes tracing her. Then, softly—
“Come here.”
Her breath caught, but she obeyed, taking small
