Hitched or Ditched?
Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle.
"Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet."
I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels."
"Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress."
His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them."
I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"