The next morning, Jaxon took me to try on wedding dresses. Midway through, he stepped outside for a work call and told me to go ahead without him.
I slipped into the gown he had specially flown in from Italy and turned towards the mirror.
When I heard movement behind me, I turned out of reflex and smiled, “What do you think? Do I look good?”
For a split second, I saw something like awe flash through Steven’s eyes. But then I also noticed Nellie stepping out from another fitting room.
Steven’s expression darkened immediately. He strode over and yanked the veil from my head.
“Oh, I see how it is,” he sneered. “You’re the one who called off the wedding and now here you are trying on dresses in secret? Playing hard to get, is that it? You think this is all some fun little game?”
His hand moved fast. The veil was torn off in a single jerk. The pins dug into my skin—one of them grazed my cheek. Blood welled up instantly, staining the couture dress I was wearing.
I winced, crying out from the sharp pain. “Steven, I didn’t come here for you!”