“You look stunning,” Lachlan walked up behind me, adjusting his bow tie in the mirror.
Tonight was one of the dress-coded evenings. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and the following day was Christmas. Each night there is a different holiday meal, games, and dancing in the main ballroom.
My fingertips tremble as I try to slide my earrings into place, “Thank you,” I offer him a smile, but my mind is far away.
The ballroom is set up for sunset views of the ocean, which is a dream for most, but not me.
“Here,” Lachlan gently grips my shoulders, spinning me around before plucking the hoops from my fingers. He tucks my hair behind my ears, sliding the earrings into place.
“When I was younger, I’d help my mother sometimes with hers,” he whispered with a faraway look in his eyes that mirrore
