LORENZO VINCENT
The moment she stepped in that knee-length black dress, hugging her just enough, I almost lost my breath.
She wasn’t extravagantly dressed, no. But stunning? Yes. Quietly stunning. The beautiful kind of thing that made you forget she’d barely looked me in the eyes for weeks.
"I'm sorry I'm late," I said, drawing a chair out for her.
She gave a faint smile as she sat.
Wow! Deep down, that smile set something in me on fire...
The first smile I'd seen from her since our wedding night. And now, a dinner date? A miracle. Only... this wasn’t just a date. And it wouldn’t end like one.
"Do you like it here?" I asked, trying to ease us in, to make it feel natural. But the look on her face was anything but receptive.
She exhaled sharply. “Enough of this act, Lorenzo. Why are
