Chapter 1705

He stayed silent. So did she. Their gazes locked, each unwilling to concede, waiting to see who would yield first. The air in the fitting room grew still as if the world outside had stopped. The entire second floor fell silent. Time stretched, but Naomi showed no signs of relenting. Scott's eyes flickered slightly. He uncrossed his legs and stood up. Naomi relaxed a little. Just as she thought he was leaving, she saw him take a bridesmaid dress from the rack and walk toward her. Startled, Naomi stepped back. "Scott, what... what are you doing?" The fitting room was spacious, almost the size of two bedrooms. It was large enough to accommodate the grandeur of the gowns displayed within Yet, at this moment, it felt stiflingly small to Naomi. Her retreat ended quickly as her back hit the cold, unyielding wall. She shivered from the chill and watched in alarm as Scott approached, cornering her. Seeing no escape, she tried to sidestep him and head for the exit. As if anticipating