Julia sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, her long black gown draped perfectly over her legs.

Her eyes stared blankly out the window, though her mind was far from what she saw outside.

Her fingers moved restlessly, fiddling with the fabric of her gown as she battled the anxious thoughts swirling in her head. It wasn’t just the event she was dreading—it was who she was about to see.

The soft click of the car door startled her, and she glanced over as Caspian, dressed sharply in a black suit, slid into the seat beside her.

He didn’t need her to say a word to know something...