“What?”
The word slipped out before I could catch it, my voice higher than I intended. I was still reeling from the way Adrian’s hands had steadied my waist, warm and firm, keeping me from tumbling backward.
He chuckled, low and easy, letting his palms slide away slowly. “I said red looks incredible on you. I meant the dress,” he clarified, gesturing with a nod toward the deep crimson fabric hugging my body.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Oh right. Thank you.” I smoothed the skirt self-consciously. “I’m not usually a dress person, but Sophia basically forced me into a whole makeover today.”
Adrian’s smile widened, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. “Well, she has excellent taste. Speaking of which…” He tilted his head toward the stairs. “I have something for you. Come on.”
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