She shook her head, trying her best to avoid thinking in that horrible direction.

She only needed to enjoy this moment.

While she continued to explore the dazzling array of dresses, Sebastian settled into a plush chair, a cup of tea cradled in his hands. His gaze was fixed on her, but he pretended to read a Forbes magazine.

His sharp eyes skimmed the pages only to sneak glances at her every few moments.

He loved to watch her; she was a ray of sunshine in his otherwise calculated world.

The way she moved, the way she twirled in front of the mirrors—she was a vision, and he was captivated....