Alpha Tristan's POV
As I watched Vivienne eagerly try to pick out a dress, I could not help but smile. She turned around, a beautiful yellow dress in hand as she placed it on her body. “What about this?” she asked.
Before I could speak, she shook her head. “No. It seems tight,” she said, and went back to scanning through her wardrobe for another dress.
She pulled me into her room, requesting that I helped her pick a dress, but all I've done was stand and watch her do the contemplation all by herself. Though, it gave me a complete view of her.
The way she smiled whenever she looked over her shoulder at me. When her eyes locked with mine, her cheeks turn red, and she would return to trying to pick a dress. I could tell how happy she was for this walk. It might seem like a simple act wi
