A candle lit… then another… and another.
She watched him in the flickering golden light, her breath catching in her throat.
He looked breathtaking—those dark eyes that seemed to hold secrets, that pale, sculpted face, those thin lips always pressed into an unreadable expression. He could give any woman a run for her heart.
But it wasn't just his face.
Those broad shoulders, that lean waist, those long, strong legs. He moved with a kind of effortless grace, a mix of charm and elegance that made her stomach flutter. She still couldn't believe this man—this man—was hers.
Her mouth went dry as wild, reckless thoughts began to stir in her chest.
Slowly, the room filled with candlelight. Dozens of tiny flames danced, their glow casting warmth over the space. In the center of the room sat a feast… and a cake.
Her heartbeat sped up—but for an entirely different reason now.
She gulped, forcing a smile onto her pale lips.
