hung back with Liam, recounting the money inside her purse.
“I’m sure you brought plenty of money, Rhia.” Liam slung his arm over her shoulder casually and grinned around at nothing in particular.
“Well, I brought twenty thousand, I hope that’s enough for all of us…these dress stores are quite expensive.”
“Jesus, Rhia.” Liam glanced around nervously, though in typical New York fashion, none of the pedestrians were paying any attention to them. “You shouldn’t advertise having that kind of cash.”
“I wasn’t advertising it,” she grumbled, though she immediately zipped up her purse and clutched it a little tighter. “Well, should we go in?”
He kept his arm firmly around her and turned toward Blythe and Capri, who were focusing on a wedding gown that looked like something straight out of Cinderella.
“Alright, stop ogling the merchandise. There’s plenty more to see inside,” Liam called out as he walked with Rhiannon over to the other girls, who shot him distinctively feminine dirty looks.
“Just like a man, wanting to rush everything,” Blythe huffed, though her lips curved into a devilish grin. “C’mon, Capri, let’s go find that dress in your size.”
“We have to sign in first, they most likely won’t take us until exactly ten, and it’s only…” Rhiannon glanced at her watch dutifully, “nine-fifty two.”
Blythe rolled her eyes and reached for Capri’s hand as she glanced over her shoulder at Rhiannon. “You take care of signing us in or whatever, since you’re so good at it. We’ll just go walk around.”
Though the comment was more than a little snarky, Rhiannon took it in stride. She’d had no intention of letting Blythe handle anything other than tending to Capri anyway. Blythe’s tomboyish ways would do nothing but insult their dress consultant, she was sure of it.
Liam held her closer and kissed the top of her head. “If I know you as well as I think I do, you want her to stay the hell away from the dress people.”
Rhiannon shot a glance up at him and smirked. “If she can manage to, we’ll have a much more pleasant experience.”
They headed into the store and approached the counter, and while Rhiannon was checking in, Liam took in the surroundings a bit warily, like a man entering some foreign land he heard harbors both beautiful and dangerous things.
The ceiling was two stories high and coffered, with gilded floral accents and Corinthian columns descending down to the pale gold polished travertine floor. The front desk looked like something out of a Greek palace, graced with miniature columns and flanked by decorative roses and gold leaves.
While the store was large, it was surprisingly calm and quiet, despite several groups of women strolling around looking at the vast displays of dresses on both racks and on mannequins. Soft, lilting music played overhead, and he could smell the distinct scent of jasmine flowers.
Feeling extraordinarily out of place, he shoved his hands awkwardly into his jeans pockets and waited for Rhiannon to finish signing in. A group of young girls that looked like they were barely out of high school walked past him and stared, and on instinct he smiled politely. When they burst into giggles and raced off, he frowned in confusion.
Rhiannon stepped toward him with a full catalog of all the dresses and accessories cradled in her arms, her eyes on the girls as they disappeared around a corner. Amused, she looked up at Liam’s confused expression and couldn’t help but smile.
“They think you’re cute,” she told him, surprised he looked so awkward. He had always been such a charmer and a flirt; she’d been convinced he was that way with every girl.
He managed a half smile, but shot a look over his shoulder toward where the girls had gone anyway. “All I did was smile at them.”
“And you should know that any girl with a pulse would get weak kneed at the sight of that smile,” Rhiannon purred, tilting her face
“I’m sure you brought plenty of money, Rhia.” Liam slung his arm over her shoulder casually and grinned around at nothing in particular.
“Well, I brought twenty thousand, I hope that’s enough for all of us…these dress stores are quite expensive.”
“Jesus, Rhia.” Liam glanced around nervously, though in typical New York fashion, none of the pedestrians were paying any attention to them. “You shouldn’t advertise having that kind of cash.”
“I wasn’t advertising it,” she grumbled, though she immediately zipped up her purse and clutched it a little tighter. “Well, should we go in?”
He kept his arm firmly around her and turned toward Blythe and Capri, who were focusing on a wedding gown that looked like something straight out of Cinderella.
“Alright, stop ogling the merchandise. There’s plenty more to see inside,” Liam called out as he walked with Rhiannon over to the other girls, who shot him distinctively feminine dirty looks.
“Just like a man, wanting to rush everything,” Blythe huffed, though her lips curved into a devilish grin. “C’mon, Capri, let’s go find that dress in your size.”
“We have to sign in first, they most likely won’t take us until exactly ten, and it’s only…” Rhiannon glanced at her watch dutifully, “nine-fifty two.”
Blythe rolled her eyes and reached for Capri’s hand as she glanced over her shoulder at Rhiannon. “You take care of signing us in or whatever, since you’re so good at it. We’ll just go walk around.”
Though the comment was more than a little snarky, Rhiannon took it in stride. She’d had no intention of letting Blythe handle anything other than tending to Capri anyway. Blythe’s tomboyish ways would do nothing but insult their dress consultant, she was sure of it.
Liam held her closer and kissed the top of her head. “If I know you as well as I think I do, you want her to stay the hell away from the dress people.”
Rhiannon shot a glance up at him and smirked. “If she can manage to, we’ll have a much more pleasant experience.”
They headed into the store and approached the counter, and while Rhiannon was checking in, Liam took in the surroundings a bit warily, like a man entering some foreign land he heard harbors both beautiful and dangerous things.
The ceiling was two stories high and coffered, with gilded floral accents and Corinthian columns descending down to the pale gold polished travertine floor. The front desk looked like something out of a Greek palace, graced with miniature columns and flanked by decorative roses and gold leaves.
While the store was large, it was surprisingly calm and quiet, despite several groups of women strolling around looking at the vast displays of dresses on both racks and on mannequins. Soft, lilting music played overhead, and he could smell the distinct scent of jasmine flowers.
Feeling extraordinarily out of place, he shoved his hands awkwardly into his jeans pockets and waited for Rhiannon to finish signing in. A group of young girls that looked like they were barely out of high school walked past him and stared, and on instinct he smiled politely. When they burst into giggles and raced off, he frowned in confusion.
Rhiannon stepped toward him with a full catalog of all the dresses and accessories cradled in her arms, her eyes on the girls as they disappeared around a corner. Amused, she looked up at Liam’s confused expression and couldn’t help but smile.
“They think you’re cute,” she told him, surprised he looked so awkward. He had always been such a charmer and a flirt; she’d been convinced he was that way with every girl.
He managed a half smile, but shot a look over his shoulder toward where the girls had gone anyway. “All I did was smile at them.”
“And you should know that any girl with a pulse would get weak kneed at the sight of that smile,” Rhiannon purred, tilting her face
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