Yes, we were.
I didn’t know the reason behind Nyxia wanting to send away the luggage she had gotten from her uncle. Maybe she didn’t like them and was throwing a tantrum, but from the few outfits she had kept in our walk-in closet, I was sure there was no actual dress that would fit the gala’s formal theme.
Alaric would blow a fuse if she wore something less than amazing to the gala, and to be honest, I didn’t like the idea of her wearing something mediocre either. She was my wife. Dominico Lombardi’s wife.
And I was going to make sure she had the perfect dress by tonight. I could also use this as an excuse to try to get her to let down her guard a little. I furrowed my brows. I knew this was not part of the plan.
I had not expected my wife to be someone like Nyxia. But she was.
And i
