Vanessa came down the stairs slowly, her bare feet making the softest sounds on the polished wood. She had changed into a long, white gown—light, flowing, and elegant. The fabric hugged her curves softly before falling around her legs like water. Her police uniform was gone, replaced now by something gentler, more vulnerable. Her ponytail had been undone, and her golden-blonde hair cascaded freely down her back in soft, glossy waves.
Liam looked up—and for a second, he didn't say a word.
He just watched her.
The faint glow from the chandelier caught the delicate strands of her hair, the pale fabric of her gown making her look almost ethereal. It was a look that didn't belong in this world—like something out of a dream.
"Damn…" Liam said with a smirk as his eyes drank her in. "You really shouldn't walk around looking like that. Someone might fall in love by accident."
Vanessa froze mid-step, her cheeks instantly flooding red.
