Ethan
The music from the ballroom thronged distantly, muffled by the walls. I stood rooted to the spot with my hands loose by my sides and my gaze pinned to the retreating figure of Sasha, or so she claimed. Her friend’s laughter still echoed from the hallway.
This was impossible. Xavier's wife was everything I remembered Savannah to be. The same curve of her neck. Her voice. That damn light tone.
How could two people look alike and sound the same? Why was she pretending not to be Savannah? Because I knew. That had to be her.
I drew a hand through my hair. It's been five years since I saw her last, and yet she looked as if time had only deepened her beauty.
She was more polished now, more guarded, but unmistakably Savannah.
The storekeeper's daughter. The girl with the bright smil
