Sebastian hadn’t planned this. He hadn’t planned to walk down a quiet street in Geneva, his soon-to-be wife by his side, her laughter still ringing faintly in his ears from some earlier quip he hadn’t expected her to make. He hadn’t planned for his carefully structured evening to dissolve into an impulsive detour. But the sight of Aria in that damn dress had ruined his plans the moment he saw her.
The soft fabric hugged her curves in ways that had rendered him speechless, and for the first time in a long while, Sebastian found himself utterly out of control. She wasn’t wearing one of her usual sharp power suits or the elegant gowns that screamed confidence and wealth. No, tonight she looked… softer. Feminine. Lush.
Her dark, wavy hair tumbled down her back in a way that made his fingers
