KYLE'S POV
I sat at the head of the long decorated dining table. My fingers drummed anxiously against the surface. Candles flickered in the dim light.
I had prepared a candle lit dinner for me and Rose. Different kinds of food and the wine sat in the center, untouched. The maids had outdone themselves tonight, everything set perfectly for a night that I hoped would be a new beginning for Rose and me.
But she was late. I checked the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time. She was supposed to be here an hour ago. My heart raced, torn between excitement and fear.
What if she didn’t show? What if this was it—what if she truly hated me now, after everything? Most importantly, where was she?
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves twisting in my stomach. She woul
