Victoria Bella Volkov:

“What?” I turned to look at him.

“That red gown,” he said, stepping forward to pull it off the hanger. “And these.” He handed me a pair of black heels from the shoe rack, along with a matching black bag.

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”

“You married a man of many talents,” he said, smirking as he watched me slip into the dress.

Once I was dressed, he stepped closer, brushing his fingers lightly over my bare ...