The Alpha's Fated Swap
It matched my gown perfectly.
“Oh, they’re so pretty!” Zoe exclaimed.
I couldn’t deny they were stunning. “They are,” I agreed, admiring the intricate design.
“Try them on,” Alaric suggested.
I sat down carefully, mindful of the gown. Lifting my foot, I attempted to slip on the shoes, but the corseted bodice of the dress made it difficult to reach down. My movements were awkward, and I felt a flush of embarrassment rising to my cheeks.
Seeing my struggle, Alaric approached without a word. To my astonishment, he knelt down on one knee before me. The room seemed to hold its breath as I looked up to see him gently wrap his fingers around my calf, his large hand dwarfing my ankle.