ARIA'S POV:
“I was told you wanted a cape dress,” the man at the design store wasn't as nice. He already knew we were the only ones we were expecting, so he didn't spare us a glance when we walked in.
“Actually…there'll be no need for that anymore,” my response forced his head to turn around. I was supposed to be glad I got him to look away from the rack of white fabrics he had his gaze buried in, but he shot a death stare at me, fear gripped me.
“Well, that's a last minute save,” he rolled his eyes. His attitude was quite saucy, especially for a man that looked well into his thirties. “Now that you have some sense of style…I hope…” he lowered his voice with the latter part. “Maybe we can talk designs,”
I turned to Nicolle, questioning with my gaze if she couldn't see the way he was a
