Mathilda
I wanted to look good for Cahill.
And so I am getting the reaction that I want from him.
He seems to be completely intoxicated by me. Because his blue gaze has grown dark with lust.
The way he is staring at me, it's like it's just us two.
I am amazed at how just a dress could make a man feel so many things towards a woman.
Cahill is that man, and I am his wife.
There's always this giddy sensation running through my stomach whenever I pause to really think about being married to this man.
I am putting on the dress he bought for me. And I know I look perfect in it.
Cahill, the man had a good eye. Knew what could fit me. And I am so much in love with the gown. It's like it was designed for just me.
"Hey, Alpha Cahill." I greet him in a silvery tone when I get to the spot where he is standing still like a statue.
