Dominic's hand froze mid-adjustment on Millicent's train.
He turned slowly. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes narrowed with cold appraisal.
"Gabriella Robinson. What did you just say?"
His voice carried the weight of a man unaccustomed to being challenged.
I looked at that handsome face and felt my stomach turn.
"I said the wedding is off."
My voice didn't waver.
A laugh broke the silence.
Millicent pressed her hand to her lips, shoulders shaking with barely concealed amusement. She gathered the crystal-encrusted train of my gown and sauntered over.
"Gabby, don't be so petty."
She blinked those wide, doe eyes, her voice dripping syrup.
"Dom was just worried I wouldn't have anything impressive enough for the film festival next week."
"This gown on me maximizes its commercial value."
"You're usually so sweet and accommodating. Why pick now to be difficult?"
Dom. She called him Dom like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I looked at her, ice in my gaze. "Take it off."
Millicent flinched and shrank behind Dominic, her eyes instantly rimming red.
"Dom, she's scaring me."
Dominic pulled Millicent behind him in one swift motion, his brow knotted tight.