"I guarantee you, not a single bridal shop in all of Grandview will sell you so much as a veil."
I endured the searing pain in my wrist, lifted my chin, and stared straight into his eyes.
"Dominic, you make me sick."
I wrenched my arm free with every ounce of strength I had.
A ring of angry red marks already bloomed across my wrist.
I didn't spare him another glance. I turned and walked away.
Behind me came the sound of Dominic's arrogant scoff, followed by the mechanical click of the glass door's lock engaging.
Click.
The bridal shop's heavy glass doors sealed shut behind me.
I turned around.
Dominic stood on the other side, tossing an electronic key fob he'd taken from the shop manager, flipping it lazily between his fingers.
He watched me through the glass, one corner of his mouth curling upward.
"Gabriella. I told you. Without my say-so, you're not going anywhere."
I slammed my palms against the glass. "Dominic! This is unlawful imprisonment! Open this door!"
"Imprisonment?"
He strolled back to the sofa with the unhurried ease of a man who owned the world, sat down, and crossed one leg over the other.
"I'm simply teaching my fiancée what it means to follow the rules."