Madelyn
The sound of the front door closing echoed a little too clearly in the house. I had been buried in paperwork for what felt like hours, not expecting anyone home so early, and I froze in my seat. My heart beat a little faster when I heard Dominic’s familiar footsteps on the marble floor. Slow, steady, deliberate. I glanced up just in time to see him rounding the corner, carrying something. He had that expression again, the one that said he was trying not to smile too much, but he failed.
“What’s this?” I asked, standing and moving closer.
He set the bag down on the counter, large and soft, made of black velvet. He peeled back the top carefully and handed it to me.
I unzipped it slowly, and my eyes widened. Inside was a gown. A deep emerald green silk that caught the light even i
