Moreover, Dylan was making his circuit to the group's subsidiaries in other cities these days. She did not have the opportunity to persuade him to change his mind if she could not see him at all.
At last, Sunday came.
Dylan didn't come back to Beverly Hills until the morning of the wedding day.
According to Judy, Dylan was on his way back from a business trip. Savannah picked up a dress from the wardrobe casually, and with sparing use of make-up, she waited in her room for Dylan.
The door of the room creaked open.
Dylan entered the room and walked towards her, a little jet-lagged after the long business trip, and the stubble on his chin gave him a more masculine look.
He just got back to L.A. this morning.
Savannah got up on her feet nervously, like a concubine receiving her king. Perhaps because they had been apart a few days, her heart pumped when she stared up into his smoldering gray gaze. She was clasping her hands.
