It hugged my figure without being too tight, and the skirt fell just below my knees. Strong, professional, and feminine. I added simple pearl earrings and pulled my hair into a neat bun.
Julian stepped into the room in a dark gray suit that fit him perfectly. He stopped when he saw me.
“Wow,” he said, eyes moving over me slowly. “You look beautiful, and strong.”
I turned to face him. “Do I look like someone who can walk into that courtroom?”
“You look like someone who already survived hell and came out fighting,” he answered. He crossed the room and adjusted the collar of my dress gently. His fingers brushed my skin. “And you’re mine. That helps me too.”
I smiled and fixed his tie even though it was already straight. We stood close, breathing each other in for a moment. Then he kissed
