Savannah’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror with no regrets about the golden dress, though the reason I chose it was a different matter entirely.
It was a breathtaking dress that draped elegantly over my right shoulder, while the left side remained bare. The fabric hugged my waist, before flowing down to the floor with a slit that stopped at my knee. I left my blonde hair down in full waves that fell past my shoulders, and applied pink gloss to complete the look.
When I was done, the bathroom door opened and Julian stepped out, fully dressed.
He had already changed into a tailored black tuxedo that fit him like a second skin, his hair styled to perfection. The moment his blue eyes locked onto my reflection, he stopped dead in his tracks. I watched his gaze roam from my exposed should
