Aria
“Come on,” he says, scooping me up bridal style. “Let’s go shower.”
And let’s just say the shower is far from innocent. We end up going another round before finally cleaning up.
Back in the room, wrapped in towels, I grab my ruined dress with a sigh. No way I can wear this again.
A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. Lucas answers, cracking it open just enough to take something from whoever’s outside. When he turns around, he’s holding a cloth bag.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Max,” he says, handing me the bag. “I asked him to bring you a new dress.”
Wow! I pull the dress out of the bag, and my jaw just about hits the floor. It’s a pink ball gown, glittering with sequins and stones, catching the light like it’s straight out of a Disney princess movie. Like, I might as well be
