She had barely taken a few steps when footsteps sounded behind her. A moment later, she was pulled into a firm embrace. Warm breath brushed her ear as a low, dangerous voice whispered beside her. His presence radiated quiet threat.
"Why are you running?"
A female staff member approached with a respectful tone. "Mr. Flagg, the wedding dress is ready."
Dante didn't look at her. His deep gaze remained fixed on Bonnie as he gave a faint sound of acknowledgment.
Bonnie turned around and shot him a glare. "I'm not trying it on."
Their foreheads brushed. His tone was soft, but his words made her blood boil.
"I wasn't asking for your opinion, Bonnie."
Anger surged through her. She raised her leg and aimed a kick at him, but Dante dodged with ease. He looked at her for a moment, then gave her a small push toward the waiting staff.
"Help her get changed."
"Yes, sir."
Bonnie struggled, but the women quickly led her into the fitting room.
