Chapter 70

Slade's POV

The sound of her heels echoed, and all eyes were drawn to the top of the staircase.

There she was by my side—Allison Lace—draped in a gown of bold, fiery red that clung to her figure like it had been forged just for her.

A cascade of pure silver that glittered with great intensity seemed to light up the room on its own, catching the light like embers.

It sparkled with an iridescent sheen like it was woven from the grace of moonlight.

The asymmetrical neckline ...