Aurora's POV
Faith had returned hours ago with a dress in her arms. She had thrust the fabric into my grasp before running to her car and driving off. Now, hours later I was staring at my reflection in the mirror.
The dress was stunning, fitted, and hugged every curve that I had and often neglected. It was simple and dark gray, the neckline was cut low, and I had to fight my breast for at least half an hour to keep them from exposing themselves. The dress stopped above my knee and under my a** to prevent accidental slips from happening. If I didn’t know my best friend, I’d think she wanted Liam to impregnate me by the end of the night.
The bedroom door opened, and Liam walked in, his dark gray suit matching my dress perfectly. Faith picked this color because she knew how much I loved his eyes. They were the most beautiful thing.
“You look phenomenal,” Liam said as he shut the door behind him.