Alaric’s POV:
The dress clung to her body like it was made for her—which it was. And I had to force my gaze away from that perfectly rounded ass before Camilla would notice that I was ogling my own wife.
I braced myself for what I would see when Meadow turned, but I was still taken aback. The breath was knocked out of my lungs.
Just one word came to mind.
“Wunderschön,” I whispered under my breath. I wasn’t sure she’d heard me, but even if she had, she wouldn’t understand what it meant. ‘Beautiful.’
“Hey, Ric,” Camilla greeted, fighting a smug smile.
The little devil. She must’ve heard. Camilla had been taking German lessons since she was a junior, because apparently, it seemed interesting to her.
Or maybe she just wanted in on the gossip whenever she was around my brother and I.
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