Lucy watched Drake as he finished talking with a group of businessmen. The conference hall buzzed with chatter, handshakes, and flashes from phones, but to her, the noise faded into the background. Her gaze remained fixed on him. The way he stood—broad shoulders, straight posture, every gesture exuding confidence, made her heart swell with pride.
Sometimes she still couldn’t believe he was hers. To her, Drake wasn’t just strikingly handsome. He was magnetic, commanding, yet gentle in ways no one else could see. She knew she could never match the elegance of the women who openly admired him, but love was never about comparisons. Love wasn’t measured by wealth or status. It simply was. And loving him, as imperfect as she felt, was more than enough.
Drake finally turned toward her, his smil
