Adele hadn’t expected to find candlelight waiting for her, let alone Julian standing at the center of it all, nervously adjusting his sleeves like a man about to ruin everything with sincerity.
He had asked her to wear something comfortable for a dinner date, but she wasn't expecting this.
She paused, her eyes catching the soft glow of the table, the little vase of wildflowers he'd picked from the garden she never noticed. And then her gaze locked with his.
Julian stilled.
“Adele.”
He cleared his throat. “You look…”
His throat dried.
Beautiful felt like an insult. Breathtaking felt inadequate.
“You look like a dream I don’t deserve to have,” he finally muttered.
Adele’s lips curved, but only faintly.
She wore a champagne-colored satin slip dress, soft as a sigh and cruelly simple
