Chapter 25
CHRIS
My hands grip the edge of my bowtie as I attempt to straighten to the damn expensive noose for the fortieth time this afternoon. I decide to meet Ros in her room, since she is still getting ready.
Her hotel room now smells sweet, and everything looks bright and beautiful. It’s a mix of flowers and Rosalyn.
And as my date today, or at least my source of fashion expertise, it feels good to watch her let loose a little—to smile, to laugh, to relax.
I can’t help but grin when her beautiful voice rings out through the flower-filled space, softly calling my name.
I’m more than happy to answer.
I’m more than eager to answer.
Because it’s the only thing that matters.
She is the only thing that has ever mattered.
“Yes, dear?” I call back with a laugh.
“I said,” Rosalyn u
