Harley’s P.O.V.

“For me?”

I pointed at myself, still unable to process what I was hearing. It was so hard to even consider that someone could arrange this much for me.

“Why?”

My stunned query brought a soft smile to Carlos’s lips. It was proud, affectionate, and just a little smug, as he said.

“Because you are worth every bit of it, Princess. I want you to see how serious I am about you.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked around, really looked at this time. The candles flickering along the edges of the balcony, delicate roses scattered like whispers on the floor, the soft glow of fairy...