Amelie struggled to fasten the hooks of her dress behind her neck and sighed in frustration when it slipped from her fingers again. She glanced toward the door, silently hoping Gabriel would return soon.
As if on cue, the doors opened and Gabriel stepped inside.
"Please," she murmured, "help me with the hook."
Without a word, Gabriel crossed the room and stood behind her. He gently swept her hair over one shoulder, his fingers brushing against her skin, before fastening the hooks at the nape of her neck. When their eyes met in the mirror, his arms slipped naturally around her waist, pulling her into the warmth of his embrace.
"The gown isn't too heavy, is it?" he asked softly, his chin almost grazing her temple.
Amelie shook her head, a small smile curving her lips. "No. Surprisingly, it feels lighter than most gowns I've worn in the past."
Gabriel pressed a lingering kiss to her bare shoulder, his hands instinctively coming to rest on the gentle curve of her rounded belly.
