TIFFANY
“She’s the woman from the masquerade.”
My entire body went still, for several seconds, I forgot how to breathe. Damian stood across from me, his expression unreadable, but I could see it in his eyes.
He remembered, of course he remembered… how could either of us forget? The silver mask, the balcony, his raspy voice, the way we had talked for hours as though we had known each other forever, and then the night we had spent together.
A night I had convinced myself belonged to the past, a night I had promised myself would never matter again, except now the stranger from that night was standing directly in front of me, and he was the man I was considering marrying.
Richard looked between us. “You two have met?”
I cleared my throat. “Once.”
Damian’s eyes remained on me. “More than
