The word came fast. And I hated it. I hated how much I meant it. Or what she was doing to me.
“What do you think?” Gianna smiled, giving me a twirl.
She looked just…divine. Her golden hair was left open but with soft curls. She wore a simple but stunning diamond necklace around her neck and simple drop earrings. Her lips matched the shade of her dress, and yet there still was that ethereal softness to her.
“That’s one heck of a dress,” I commented. Gianna beamed at that, her whole essence lighting up.
“Really? I designed it,” she said shyly. Now it was my turn to be surprised.
“You designed this?” I demanded.
“Yes. This was the first outfit I ever designed,” she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I always pictured myself wearing it the day I launched my own brand... and no
