Chapter 33

One week later…

Their bedroom looked like a war zone. Silk, tulle, stilettos, and satin were thrown everywhere like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane.

Marcy stood in the middle of it all, half-dressed and halfway to tears.

The gown was gorgeous—midnight blue, soft as smoke, with a daring slit and an open back that dipped low enough to be scandalous. It made her feel like someone else. Someone b