[Elara’s POV]
Standing in this gorgeous dress in front of the mirror, a flush of warmth crept up my neck. Memories from that night were still branded in my mind. They, very likely, always will be.
I headed over to the vanity table and tried to do something with my hair. Having finished with just a light dusting of blush on my cheeks and a little bit of mascara, I headed back downstairs to see how things were progressing.
As expected, the place looked pristine. The hired help were currently in the midst of receiving their early evening pep talk. I headed into the kitchen, where everything was already laid out and ready to be served as soon as the guests arrived.
My eyes zeroed in on the bottle of champagne, and an idea instantly popped into my mind.
I wanted to thank Killian for all
