Felix didn't need to ask to know who his brother was referring to.
Still, he couldn't help but hesitate.
Karl was the youngest. And although he had indeed done something that deserved punishment, Felix knew he wouldn't be able to survive their older brother's wrath.
"Brother, he actually didn't mean to. It was all out of —"
Before he could finish, a soft click of the door made him pause.
He turned toward the bathroom just as the sliding door opened once again.
Adelyn stepped out.
She was wrapped in a soft dove-grey knit dress.
Felix paused for a second when he saw one of his own creations on her. He had received praise for his designs countless times before, but none of it felt quite the same as seeing it worn by Adelyn.
It was as though her figure and natural grace brought out every charm the dress had been designed with.
