Sade’s POV
Sade sat in the passenger seat of her Audi, staring out at the city lights flickering past the window. The holiday decorations cast a warm glow over Chicago, but inside the car, the air was anything but festive.
Marco had been acting strange for weeks—picking fights over nothing, then drowning her in affection like he was trying to make up for something unspoken. Tonight was no different. He had barely said three words to her on the way over, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel, his jaw tight.
And yet, when he had seen her step out in her red mermaid-style dress, his eyes had darkened with something raw—something almost desperate.
He reached over now, resting a hand on her thigh. “You look beautiful, baby.”
Sade forced a smile. “Thanks.”
It should’ve made her f
