Evelyn's POV
Sebastian steadied me as I stepped on board, his hand settling at my waist with practiced ease, as though the gesture required no thought at all.
“Careful,” he said.
I nodded and let him guide me up, because he had always been good at this—attentive, composed, offering just the right amount of warmth at just the right moment.
If I didn’t know anything else, I might have thought I had married the right person.
Dinner had already been arranged on deck: a white tablecloth, slender champagne flutes, and a small arrangement of white roses swaying gently in the breeze. The wind carried a slight chill from the water, brushing strands of my hair across my face before Sebastian reached out to tuck them behind my ear, his fingers lingering for a brief second longer than necessary,
