Aira’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the bridal boutique. She walked ahead with her spine stiff, her gaze intentionally avoiding every full-length mirror lining the walls. She didn't want to see herself. Not in traditional bridal reds. Not in heavy gold. And certainly not beside him.
Behind her, Dominic moved like a shadow with a line of credit and an insatiable hunger. His dark eyes never left her—not for a single second.
"She’ll take that one," Dominic stated before the stylist could even open her mouth.
The saleswoman blinked, holding up the intricate garment. "But sir, the bride hasn't even tried—"
"She’ll take it," he repeated coldly. He stepped forward, trailing his fingers down the heavily embroidered crimson silk. "Because I want her wrapped in something tha
