Downstairs.
Logan looked at the carefully written message in his inbox and couldn't help but smile.
His little wife really was too sweet—she even remembered to thank Rowan.
Too bad Rowan wasn't exactly the nicest guy.
Logan's fingers danced across the keyboard as he sent another message:
[How's the wedding dress coming along? Are you designing it yourself, or should I?]
Upstairs.
Selina stared blankly at the message.
Rowan was asking to design her wedding dress too? First the rings, now the dress?
What kind of miracle was she living?
But he'd already done so much… She didn't want to push it.
[Rowan, you really don't need to go to all that trouble…]
Rowan replied almost instantly:
[You called me your teacher, so of course I want to help. I haven't done any design work in a while—it'd be a personal wish fulfilled.]
Selina's fingers trembled as she typed back, dazed and overwhelmed:
