Elena’s POV.

I had been preparing for this night for three long months. Every detail had to be perfect.

I had finally succeeded. Dominic’s apartment was now completely transformed. Rose petals covered the entire floor in a soft red path leading from the door to the dining table and then into the bedroom.

Dozens of candles flickered everywhere, casting warm golden light across the walls. The champagne was chilled exactly how he liked it, and soft sensual music played in the background. I had even cooked his favorite meal: grilled steak with garlic butter, roasted vegetables, and that special red wine sauce he could never get enough of.

Under my...