"Melody, you look stunning," Jared Quinn's large hand pulled her body closer to his, making them even more intimate. If he hadn't been restraining himself, he would have already started tearing off her wedding dress.
The traditional-style wedding dress had roses spiraling down from the neckline to the hem, and the fluffed-up skirt with diamonds at the train made her look like an elegant princess, indescribably beautiful.
"Alright, take it off now," Jared Quinn released her. He was the first man to see her in a wedding dress, but the second man to see her can't be just any man.
When his possessiveness flares up, it can be quite frightening.
As they came out of the fitting room, Locke, who was waiting to see, thought his eyes were playing tricks. They came out wearing exactly what they wore going in.
"Didn't you try it on?"
"We did," Jared Quinn tossed the wedding dress into Locke's hands. "No alterations needed, just wear this one on the wedding day."
