Emmaline POV
The interview was short—five minutes on screen, but it took over an hour to film. Daelan and I sat side by side under the studio lights how did they bring them to the estate? Anyway, our engagement is on full display for the first time. Next week is the auction, the official introduction of Daelan Morne to the public, and Father is making sure everything is perfect.
I stretch my arms above my head, sighing in relief as the tension leaves my body. The moment I glance at Daelan, I nearly lose my breath.
He's still seated, his broad shoulders relaxed, long fingers drumming idly against the armrest. His sharp violet eyes flicker to me, framed by lashes so thick and unfairly long that they cast shadows across his high cheekbones. A few strands of scarlet hair have escaped the loose ponytail at the nape of his neck, falling across his forehead in a way that makes him look unbelievably beautiful.
I want him.
Why hasn't he done anything yet?
