15 Bridal Style (1/2)

How Lyra wanted to hide behind a rock and just disappear when she saw it was future brother-in-law walking in on the gown fitting.

While his sister-to-be was getting cold feet, Kurtis didn't show a flicker of emotions in his calm green eyes. Aside from the first glance he took at her, he didn't pay her any special attention.

He was following Ms. Ivanna around as she was walking in circles again, trying to pinpoint whatever was throwing her off.

”What could it possibly be?” she wondered aloud. ”I was sure it was perfect before I called you over Mr. Wellingotn.”

”Please, just Kurtis.”

For someone of his background, Ivanna was pleased with his easygoing nature. This only made her like the racer even more. ”Well, Kurtis, what do you think?”

Kurtis turned from the older woman to the girl in the elaborate bridal gown, not once meeting her gaze, only scanning the piece she adorned from top to bottom. It was clear he was evaluating the dress, but that didn't change the fact that his seductive eyes were wandering all over her body.

That thought made Lyra blush as she focused her gaze on the floor, trying her best not to make her presence anymore noticeable. She didn't want to see or look at Kurtis, afraid of how he'd react this time if he found out what she was up to again.

”Sweetie, stand straight, eyes up for your handsome fiancé,” the assistant said to Lyra who only ended up looking more abashed as she lifted her chin a little but turned away.

The other assistant simply gave Lyra a gentle nudge to the back which did yield the desired result when she tucked her stomach in a little more and stopped slouching.

It was by accident, but she ended up meeting Kurtis's ravishing stare and time seemed to stop. He looked so gentle and desirable as he lifted his eyes upwards to look at the beauty standing on the podium.

”It's perfect,” Mr. Wellington said in a low voice, almost soft as a whisper when he locked eyes with Lyra.

At the words, the other ladies in the room were ecstatic.

The designer eyed her work once more. This time, with the bride standing straighter with her head held high, the dress did look right on her. For some reason, it didn't achieve the same racy look she intended it to emphasize with the plunging neck line and tight fit, but instead, there was a different charm.