Viviana took one last look at herself in the mirror before turning to leave the room. She stepped into the living room and paused, finding Nikolas pacing with his phone pressed to his ear.
"Lucian, listen…"
He fell silent, throwing his head back with a heavy breath.
"So? I told you that I…"
The words died in his throat the moment he saw her. His gaze locked on her, and the phone slipped from his hand to the floor. But even then, he was unmoving.
Viviana stood in a sleeveless, ankle-length dress of wine-red, its high neckline draped beautifully over one shoulder. His eyes traveled down to the gathered detail at the small of her waist, and he exhaled slowly, as if the air had left his chest all at once.
How could…
There was just something about her, like she was not quite real. As though she would vanish beneath his fingers were he to reach out farther than he should to touch her.
She was breathtaking, so much so that it made his chest ache.
