Fifty Shades Of Lovia
Dreamy and Pure.
I wondered how much of it would survive the night.
As soon as we stepped inside, heads turned. Murmurs followed and eyes narrowed.
And I loved it.
I smiled sweetly, leaning into Shane and whispering, “Let’s cause a little envy, shall we?”
He kissed my cheek. “Already am.” he muttered.
I didn’t even pretend to play coy when we found Isabella near the fountain centerpiece, glowing in a lavender gown that floated around her like petals.
“Lovia!” she beamed. “Oh my God—you look incredible.”