Dysis looked up at him, searching his face for some sort of explanation, for anything that made this moment make sense. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “You… you dedicated an entire brand to me?”
Alexander’s gaze remained steady. “You said you needed a shop.”
Her mouth fell open. “What? Alex, I didn’t mean that! I was just saying the things you bought were too—”
“I already did it the same day I bought you the shoes,” he interrupted smoothly, leaving no room for protest.
Her heart pounded. It wasn’t just a gift. It wasn’t just some extravagant whim. This was bigger. This was a statement. A declaration to the world that she was someone to be acknowledged, someone to be respected. That she was his.
Dysis swallowed, feeling the weight of it all settle over her. “Why?” The q
