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After Konstantin left, Lev pulled out his phone from his pocket and calledLa Femme.It was one of the most expensive boutiques in Chicago, owned by Madame Pruitt, who used to make all his mother’s clothes before her death. She now made clothes for Mira, his older brother’s wife.
“Do you brothers have a personal vendetta against me?” Madame Pruitt nagged as she answered my call. “Your brother called a few minutes ago, booking my entire store for his wife.”
He chuckled.
Madame Pruitt had always treated them like a tired grandmother who’d grown tired of being pestered by her grandsons. She was a sweet old woman who was fun to be around.
When Lev and his brothers were younger, they loved to follow their mother to Madame Pruitt’s boutique. That was how much they loved her.
“I’m a bit disappointed,” Lev said. “I was expecting you would be happy to hear my voice. It’s been a while.”
“It has,” she said, her voice laced with excitement. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, Lev knew she loved hearing from him and his brothers. “I suppose you’re not calling just because you missed this old woman.”
“That’s one reason, but I have another reason for calling.” He pushed one hand into the pocket of his slacks. “I need a fancy white dress for a size six. Given her personality, I don’t think she’ll like anything too extravagant.”
“By white dress, do you mean a wedding dress?” Madame Pruitt asked.
“Yes, I’m getting married tonight.” Lev sighed. He trusted Madame Pruitt not to run off to his older brother and tattle, but he had to make it clear to her that this was a secret and she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone else. “It’s a secret wedding. No one else must know.”
“Does this include your brothers?”
“Especially my brothers.” His other two brothers, Ivan and Adrian, weren’t much of a problem. Although they would mumble their disagreement like Konstantin did, they wouldn’t take it too far.
All it would take from Mikhail, on the other hand, was an order for the wedding not to happen, and Lev would never go against his older brother. If he got married first though, then Mikhail couldn’t do what was already done.
“My lips are sealed,” boy, Madame Pruitt said over the phone. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
Exactly an hour later, Madame Pruitt arrived with her assistants. Some of Lev’s bodyguards helped them push the clothes racks they had with them into the living room.
Zia climbed down the stairs at the sound of voices, giving everyone a suspicious look. When her eyes met Lev’s, she shot venom at him before her gaze bounced back to Madame Pruitt and her many racks of clothes. “What are these?”
Madame Pruitt raised her head and glanced in Zia’s direction. Her face immediately lit up with a smile. “You must be the woman our Lev is getting married to.”
Zia’s face scrunched up, but a polite smile curled her lips. “I’m Zia. Nice to meet you.”
“Zia,” Madame Pruitt repeated. “Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you. You have the body of a model and the face of an angel. You’re going to make a stunning bride, my dear.”
“I would prefer not to be his bride,” Zia mumbled loudly, gritting her teeth.
Madame Pruitt ignored her, scanning the rack for a wedding gown she thought would look best on Zia.
Choosing a simple yet elegant gown in white satin, Madame Pruitt held it up against Zia’s figure, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “This is the one,” she declared with certainty. “It will accentuate your natural beauty and make you shine like a star.”
Zia's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the dress. The silky fabric flowed gracefully as Madame Pruitt placed it on a mannequin, allowing Zia to see how it would look.
“I think it’s beautiful,” Zia admitted. She was beaming with a smile, one that reached her eyes and made her look even more addictive than she already was.
Lev watched quietly from the corner, a rare softness in his gaze as he observed Zia's reaction. He hadn’t seen her look so excited in the hours since he met her, and it intrigued him more than he cared to admit.
“Give it a try, Darling,” Madame Pruitt urged, her voice gentle yet persuasive.
With a hesitant nod, Zia took off the dress shirt that she had on.
Lev had never shared his clothes with anyone before now, not even his brothers. But Zia looked so perfect in it that hedidn’t mind. It showed off her slender, long legs and her sexy curves.
Madame Pruitt helped Zia into the wedding dress. As the gown settled on Zia's frame, it was as if the dress had been tailor-made for her. The satin hugged her in all the right places, emphasizing her delicate features and enhancing her natural grace. Zia gazed at her reflection in the mirror, a sense of wonder in her eyes as she took in the sight before her.
Lev couldn't tear his gaze away from her. He had never seen a woman look so breathtaking, so ethereal. A pang of something unfamiliar tugged at his heart as he watched her twirl in the gown at Madame Pruitt’s order.
