"Sarah Fontaine," the call made Sarah look back.
Sarah turned toward the voice, her brows knitting in confusion as an unfamiliar man approached her, holding a bouquet of extravagant red roses. He exuded confidence, his wide smile drawing attention from every corner of the lobby.
The soft chatter of onlookers began to hum as the man closed the distance.
“Sarah Fontaine, you are much more beautiful than the photo,” the man said, his voice smooth and captivating.
Sarah stared at him, her expression guarded.
“Who are you?” she asked, her tone firm.
The man chuckled, an easy, self-assured laugh that only deepened Sarah’s discomfort.
“Well,” he began, his voice brimming with theatrical charm, “let me introduce myself properly. I am Darius Montaine, the man who will be your future husband.
