"Yeah," Jean replied quietly. "I did."
Her gaze shifted toward the women behind him. "What's all this?"
Tyler smiled immediately, clearly pleased by the absence of resistance in her voice.
"I picked out a dress for you," he said. "They're going to help you get ready for tonight."
One of the women stepped forward carefully and opened a large garment bag. Jean's breath caught slightly at the sight of the dress inside… elegant, expensive, carefully chosen.
Tyler had planned every detail.
Jean forced another smile onto her face despite the exhaustion hollowing her out inside. "Thanks for doing all this for me…"
Tyler's expression softened almost instantly.
"Don't thank me for trivial things," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear possessively. "I'll always want the best for my woman."
The words made her stomach tighten painfully.
Still, Jean nodded faintly, playing the role he wanted so desperately to believe.
