ANUSHKA'S POV I was grabbing the sides of my long dress ,my heels clicking against the marble with every step I took as I descended down the white stairs that lead down to the hotel lobby. My heart thumped, my hands tightening on my dress as I felt every pair of eyes on me. Thanks to McKenzie's little brother who just loved to make me a centre of attention with his exquisite sari gowns that I honestly didn't want to ever wear again just because of the attention it came with wearing them. Last time I had almost fainted with the amount of camera flashes and journalists who wanted to talk to me just because I had worn a piece designed from McK Modelling, one of the top leading fashion house in London. After that engagement ceremony I had swore not to wear any of Karan's dresses again but when he literally begged me earlier, I couldn't find the heart to say no to him. Though I wouldn't lie, It felt so good wearing those expensive dresses. I felt different in them, like I was the most be