LONDON’S POV
When I told Elena she looked stunning in that dress, it wasn’t just a polite compliment—it was the truth, raw and undeniable, echoing in every corner of my heart. The soft pink fabric seemed to have been crafted with her in mind, hugging her figure in a way that felt both delicate and commanding.
The fading sunlight streaming through the shop’s wide window bathed her in a glow that blurred the lines between the earthly and the divine. But it wasn’t just the dress or the way it graced her skin that left me breathless—it was Elena herself.
She radiated a kind of quiet grace, the sort that didn’t shout for attention but demanded it all the same.
“Stunning doesn’t even come close,” I murmured, my voice barely more than a breath.
Her fingers lingered at the hem of the dress, b
