Kyra's POV
I couldn't help smiling as the boutique assistant helped me try on wedding gowns. Nathan watched me from across the room, his gaze intense yet tender. The warmth in his eyes made my cheeks flush and sent butterflies dancing in my stomach.
Nathan Anderson. The man who protected me through everything. My first love. My first heartbreak. Who would've thought we'd come this far? After I left, I never expected him to find me, let alone wait for me. I'd prepared myself to return and find him married to someone else. But he didn't move on. He waited, without any promise of my return.
"I like this one," I told the assistant, pointing to a particular design.
Nathan approached to inspect my choice. His lips curved into a knowing smile as he gently touched my shoulder. "That's the same design you wore at our first wedding ceremony."
I laughed softly. "You actually remember what my wedding gown looked like?"