Page 19 of Sinful King

“You’d be correct,” she confirmed, her hazel eyes sparkling. “I had the honor of taking this order and monitoring the progress for the last eight months. Every detail was handpicked by your fiancé.”

Eight months?

It fed me, finding that out, and I wanted more.

“I helped him get your measurements,” my ma said softly, grabbing my attention. “You thought you were being fitted for—”

“The birthday gift you gave me.”

It’d been a custom fitted vintage Chanel coat dress in dark cranberry.

“So you two have been communicating for a long while,” I mused, wondering what other things they discussed behind my back. “Alright, then. Let me see what he came up with.”

Andrea all but squealed and opened the door to roll in a rack she’d left in the hallway.

On it was a single gown zipped snug into a white garment bag, that she removed and hung on a wall hook. I watched with my lip tucked between my teeth as Andrea unzipped and revealed the beauty inside.

My heart melted the more my gaze took it in.

The details were…

I stepped closer and swept my fingers down the tiered ruffled skirt, across the sweetheart neckline and cinched waist. It was exactly as I’d described to him at twenty.

What had been a playful conversation was suddenly real and in front of me.

“Can… I want to try it on.”

Andrea opened the fitting room door and waved me inside. I glanced back at my mom to find her eyes glued to me before slipping in and undressing.

“Your fiancé truly adores you.”

I smiled and as she helped me into the gown, thoughts of Sean running rapid in my mind.

“He’s the best. I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

She buttoned me in and as I stared in the mirror at myself, the tears I’d been holding back burned the corners of my eyes.

They were falling by the time she finished and stepped around to stand in front of me.

“Oh no! Are these happy tears or—”

The fitting room door opened before she could finish and through the mirror I got a look at Sean with a frown marring his handsome face.

I spun around, shocked to see him, and got tangled in my dress. He reached out, kept me balanced and helped fix the layers of ruffles, too.

Once our gazes met, it was hard to look away from him. Sean wasn’t the sixteen year old I’d fallen in love with anymore.

He was a grown ass man and a goddamn fine one at that, with smooth dark amber skin, beautiful unkempt eyebrows that framed the brownest down turned eyes.

The beard he’d been growing since twenty-one had thickened over the years and the urge to push my fingers through it hit me hard.

Sean stepped completely into the room and Andrea without a word said to her, left.

I looked down and wiped my tears away.

“I didn’t know you were coming.”

Silence filled the space and my heart ached to hear his voice. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take the silent treatment.

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