The early May night still had a slight chill.
A breeze blew by, but Leah felt warm. She looked up at Frederick. Maybe it was the soft lighting from the river promenade, but for a brief moment, the usually stoic Frederick seemed, well…warm.
The word startled Leah for a moment. Warm and Frederick didn’t really go together. Anyone who’d met him knew he was a cold, aloof person, both in public and at home. His face was unreadable, always, and no one could guess his inner thoughts. But just now, Leah thought she caught a glimpse—a flicker, just for a second—of something softer beneath that cold exterior.
She wanted to confirm, but by then it was gone. She told herself she’d imagined it.
But she did like the strawberry cotton candy he’d handed her. Leah took it, her face lighting up as sh
