Liam's POV
The emerald silk wrapped around her curves like liquid fire. Every inch of that dress had been tailored specifically for her body, and damn if it didn't show. I had to tear my eyes away from the perfect curve of her backside before Nathalia caught me staring at my own wife like some desperate fool.
When Vivian finally turned around, I thought I was prepared. I was wrong. The air left my lungs in one sharp exhale.
Only one word surfaced in my mind.
"Wunderschön," I breathed, barely audible. She probably didn't catch it, and even if she did, the meaning would be lost on her. Beautiful.
"Hey there, Liam," Nathalia chirped, barely containing her satisfied grin.
That little troublemaker. She definitely heard me. Nathalia had been studying German for years, claiming it fascinated her. Though I suspected she just wanted to eavesdrop when my brother and I spoke privately.
"Nathalia," I said through gritted teeth, shooting her a warning look. "You did this?"
