Lily

I froze, my eyes widened at the figure who sat in the booth, his features illuminated by the sun's rays that streamed through the translucent glass and splashed onto his face. His grey eyes shimmered under the orange rays.

I swallowed hard and forced a warm smile.

“Mr. Adrian,” I called out.

He stared back, his gaze unblinking.

“Sorry if I intruded... I just want to speak to you.”

I rubbed my hands against the apron I had forgotten to pull off.

“About the marriage?” I asked, and he nodded.

“I understand you…”

“You don't,” I cut him off. “The phrase 'understanding' is only believable if you've gone through...