Like an unwelcome visitor, sunlight flooded into the penthouse too brilliant and revealing. The red gown from the gala slanted next to Amelia, who was seated at the edge of the bed like a slain dragon. Her naked feet rested on the cool marble surface, bringing her back to a reality that still felt strange.
They had pulled it off.
The kiss. The speech.
The crowds extol. It was everything she had hoped—and dreads—it would.
Sighting the open balcony doors where the curtains fluttered, she turned. Beyond all that, the city hummed as though nothing had been altered. But everything had.
Because last night, their marriage stopped being a contract.
And started becoming something dangerous.
Real.
Shirtless in gray joggers, Sebastian stood in the kitchen scrolling on his phone and sipping es
