I felt like I had been in here for hours which technically isn't a lie. Every gown felt like it was trying to mold me into someone I wasn't, and Ruth was the strictest designer imaginable, deconstructing each piece with surgical precision. But there was something oddly comforting about the process.
As the last gown—a dramatic sapphire blue that shimmered like the night sky—was brought in, I caught a glimpse of Adrien in the mirror. His eyes were locked on me, not in the usual way. No, this was different. There was something... raw. Hungry. Almost like I was a meal he couldn't wait to devour.
Wait. Did he just look at me like that?
Why does it suddenly feel like I'm the one being sized up? Is it hot in here, or is it just me? I could swear I just saw him shift from strawberry to bitter kola. Is that even a thing?
I mentally shook my head. Focus, Isabella. Focus. I tried to breathe normally, but my heart was thudding like someone had cranked up the volume to an uncomfortable level.
