Dennis's POV
During the years we were separated, Savannah mastered the art of driving me absolutely insane. Getting under my skin wasn't particularly challenging for most people, but unlike the others who typically ended up dead for their efforts, here she stood. Alive and infuriating.
The silk tie around my neck felt like a noose as she strutted away from me in that scandalous excuse for a dress. The worst part was her complete awareness of how devastatingly attractive she looked, coupled with the fact that her reasoning was absolutely correct.
Savannah understood me too well. She knew exactly what kind of disrespectful things I must have said to Jonathan at the cemetery, and sensing that disrespect, she decided to teach me a lesson. How maddening. The frustration coursed through my veins like poison. There was no way I could allow her to attend that televised gala wearing something so revealing.
