Chapter 52

Alaric’s POV

The dress clung to her body like it was made for her—which it was. And I had to force my gaze away from that perfectly rounded ass before Camilla would notice that I was ogling my own wife.

I braced myself for what I would see when Meadow turned, but I was still taken aback. The breath was knocked out of my lungs.

Just one word came to mind.

“Wunderschön,” I whispered under my breath. I wasn’t sure she’d heard me, but even if she had, she wouldn’t understand what it meant. ‘Beautiful.’

“Hey, Ric,” Camilla greeted, fighting a smug smile.

The little devil. She must’ve heard. Camilla had been taking German lessons since she was a junior, because apparently, it seemed interesting to her.

Or maybe she just wanted in on the gossip whenever she was around my brother and I.

“Camilla,” I muttered, my gaze narrowing at her. “Did you do this?”

“Hell, yeah,” she answered, walking over to the vanity to pack the s