The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting streaks of gold and crimson over the fields. Julian stood on the veranda, a glass of scotch in his hand, watching as the wind danced through the tall grass. Behind him, the faint clinking of glasses and muted laughter echoed from the dining room where Madeline had been entertaining their guests.
"Admiring your empire?" Her voice was low, almost teasing, as she stepped beside him. Madeline wore a flowing silk dress that shimmered in the dying light, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made Julian momentarily forget his train of thought.
"I was admiring you, actually." His tone softened, his gaze locked on her face.
Madeline smirked. "Charmer. But don’t think flattery gets you out of hosting duties."
Julian chuckled, setting his glas
