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I was trying on wedding dresses when my phone buzzed.
Too busy adjusting the train of the gown, I couldn’t look.
Zoe, check my messages,” I said, my head down.
Zoe, impeccably dressed in a crisp white suit, stood beside me.
“Sure.”
He took my phone, unlocked it using my initials and birthday, and read my aunt’s message.
Lanie, Ethan and Mason want to attend your wedding. What do you think… should they come?”
His gaze darkened, a hint of possessiveness in his voice.
“Lanie, what do you think? Should they come to our wedding?”
He stepped closer, dismissing the stylist, and adjusted the sleeves of my dress.
His touch, feather–light on my wrist, sent a shiver down my spine.
“Zoe… maybe… maybe not,”
I stammered, my face flushing crimson under his intense gaze.
He chuckled, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chest against mine. “Lanie, trust me.”
Trust your husband’s abilities. Even if they come, they won’t cause any trouble.”
My heart pounded.
Inhaling his scent, a faint tickle at my chin, I stared blankly at my reflection, unaware of when my cheeks had flushed so deeply.
I hadn’t even heard what he’d said, simply nodding.
“Uh–huh… okay…”
I felt like a tomato, my heart racing wildly.
Sensing my discomfort, his smile widened.
“Lanie, look, you’re beautiful in the mirror. Stunning.”
He teased gently.
My blush deepened.
I realized this reaction was unlike anything I’d felt around Ethan and Mason.
My eyes darted everywhere but towards him.
I didn’t even notice when he handed me the phone back.
He guided my finger to tap “yes.”
I felt the warmth of his hand linger on mine.
Only after regaining my composure did I realize his earlier possessiveness.
An unexpected thought struck me.
⚫Zoe likes me?*
1 covered my flushed cheeks, disbelieving it.
We’d only known each other for a few days; feelings shouldn’t develop this quickly.
But we were married.
Jealousy was to be expected.
To clear my head, I finished trying on dresses, noting alterations needed, and fully immersed myself in work.
Zoe, watching me intently, remained silent, only adjusting the lighting to the perfect brightness before quietly leaving.
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