Kelvin’s POV
From the high window of my room, tucked within the towering walls of the estate, I watched her.
Diana.
She stepped from the white limo like a dream given flesh. Moonlight spilled across her blonde curls, turning them to liquid silver. Her dress shimmered with every step, catching starlight like it was made from constellations. She moved with the grace of someone trying not to be seen, but to me, she was the only thing that existed.
Her friend followed closely, but I barely registered her. Every movement Diana made was poetry, even in her nerves.
I pressed my palm against the glass. Cold. Unlike the heat pounding in my chest. My heart was a wild, caged thing, slamming against my ribs.
There were a thousand feet and a dozen walls between us.
But I had never felt closer.
