Julissa stepped out of the fitting room and stood before Scott.
From the look in his eyes, she saw a flash of amazement.
That intense, focused gaze of his made her want to laugh, but also filled her heart with warmth. It was the kind of look a groom gives his bride — like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
But then his eyes dropped to her chest, lingered for two seconds, and he frowned.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Next one.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
He paused, cleared his throat, and muttered, “Just... not right.”
The strapless gown was indeed beautiful — but Scott had no interest in letting any other man sneak glances at his wife’s cleavage.
Julissa had actually liked this gown, and thought he would too. But since he vetoed it so quickly, she could only return to the fitting room with a sigh and try on the second one.
Still, she'd caught a flicker of something in his eyes just now — a hint of... desire, maybe? He'd stared at her cleavage for quite a while before givi
