Her curves were perfectly outlined, her breathing a little heavy as he moved faster, slipping the wedding dress onto her and pulling up the zipper on her back.
In front of Melody Thorne was a fairly large mirror. She lifted her head—strapless wedding dress, layered petals cascading down, each petal dotted with diamonds, making the exposed skin look even whiter and more delicate. Below was a mermaid-tail design that hugged all the way up to the top of her thighs, and the very bottom was a complex tulle design, just enough to cover every single spot and mark on her body, not leaving a single one exposed.
Thinking of the hickey-covered spots she'd seen on herself this morning, then looking at the wedding dress she had on now, Melody turned her head, her face bright red.
