Cavin's pov
The sunlight streamed through the blinds, but it did little to lighten my mood. I tightened my tie with precision, the sharp edges of my jaw reflecting my inner turmoil. My thoughts swirled like a storm as I stared out of the window. The image of Eliza, scared and feared made my heart skip beats. She was a vision, and yet, she was willingly walking into a life with Nikolai—a life that didn't belong to him.
As I made my way downstairs, I caught sight of her stepping into Nikolai's car. My fists clenched instinctively. His overdone charm and false promises would never be enough for her. She deserved better. She deserved me.
My lips curled into a smirk as a plan formed in my head. Pulling out my phone, I dialed the boutique. The manager answered almost instantly. "Mr. Cavin, how can I assist you?"
"There's a gown in your collection—a dark blue piece with silver embroidery. You'll remember it from yesterday. Reserve it under my name," I commanded coldly.