I turned towards the voice and saw a striking man standing in the doorway. Four bodyguards in black suits flanked him from behind.He wore a tailored charcoal-gray suit that day. At nearly six-foot-three, he stood out in any crowd, and his face looked like something straight off a magazine cover.If I had to find something to criticize, it was the icy coldness in his eyes when he looked at me.He strode into the room, and his leather shoes made a dull, heavy sound against the marble floor.“Nicole,” he said, his voice laced with impatience. “I told you to come here to try on the wedding dress. How could you start a fight in public and cause such a scene?”Nicole’s expression shifted instantly. She pouted and put on a wounded face. “Leon, she started it! She cursed at me first, and then she even tried to take the dress away from me!”I studied the man in front of me. “So you’re Leon?” I asked. “My soon-to-be husband?”“Yes, I’m Leon Scott,” he said, turning to face me. His voice came ou
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