Chapter 6

Kimberly POV:

The dresses arrived, and I had to go downstairs to check them. Leonardo was already there, seated, phone pressed to his ear. The sight of him made my stomach churn, so I turned my face, pretending I hadn’t seen him.

He ended his call and leaned back, gesturing toward the pile of white dresses.

“Try them on.”

I hesitated, the thought of changing in front of him twisting my insides. But before I could object, Helen stepped in, reading my discomfort.

“This way,” she said gently, guiding me toward a small dressing room off to the side.

Inside, I stared at the mountain of fabric. Trying on wedding dresses—dresses I didn’t want—felt like surrender. But what choice did I have? At least Leonardo hadn’t killed me yesterday. I could call that a win... for now.

I pulled on the first dress—a sleeveless gown with a furry jacket that felt more suited for a high-society brunch than a wedding. I stepped out, awkwardly crossing my arms, standing in front of Leonardo in the most un