“Okay? You’re standing in front of a fucking mirror and you’re asking me if it’s okay?” He crossed the room and rested his hands on my sides. He dropped a kiss to my bare shoulder. “There’s no way you won’t be the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. If every guy doesn’t have their eyes on you the whole time, they need their eyes tested. Shit, Gina. You look fucking incredible.”
I looked at the floor and smiled.
“No.” He cupped my jaw from behind and lifted my face to the mirror. “You don’t get to look at the floor. Look in this mirror and see how devastatingly beautiful you look.”
“Shut up,” I murmured. “It’s just a dress.”
“No. It’s the woman that makes the dress. And you? You make this dress something that borders on illegal.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “Tell me I b
