Bella felt like a princess.
Inside the room, a golden dress was laid neatly on the bed, delicate and sleeveless, shining faintly under the lights. It fit her perfectly, hugging her softly when she finally gathered the courage to wear it.
When she stepped out, Leo was standing near the railing, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in that calm, deep voice that always made her heart flutter. He leaned one arm casually against the edge, his dark shirt sleeves rolled up, his expression serious.
But the moment he heard her steps, he turned. His words stopped, and his gaze lifted to her.
He ended the call quietly. "We'll talk later," he said into the phone, lowering it slowly, his eyes still fixed on her.
"How do I look?" Bella asked softly, her voice shy as she tugged at the edge of the golden fabric. The memory of his hands earlier, the warmth of his touch, made her heartbeat race again.
