A sudden gasp from the crowd around me pulled me out of my tormenting thoughts.
“What a stunning wedding gown! Mr. Blackburn is absolutely spoiling Miss Copeland.”
At the entrance of a high-end boutique, a group of workers carefully maneuvered a heavily adorned wedding gown covered in the finest diamonds onto a custom-designed truck.
Lex stood at the forefront, his gaze flicking back frequently to ensure the staff were handling the gown with care.
“Be careful with that!” he ordered sharply. “That gown was flown in from Paris. A custom-made order specifically for Tara. If it gets so much as a scratch and she gets upset, all of you will face severe consequences.”
As he turned, his eyes locked on me. In an instant, he strode over and swept me off my feet.
“Baby, what are you doing?” he scolded, his voice tinged with worry, “Walking around in flat shoes in this snow? Are you trying to get me worried sick?”
The crowd erupted into excited cheers as he carried me to the warmth of his waiting Rolls-Royce.