DANTE
I shouldn’t have told her I’d be there. But what could I have done? Telling the truth would have broken her instantly, so I had to lie.
The thought of not being able to meet up with Raven keeps looping in my head as I sit in this damn hospital chair. It’s small and unforgiving, digging into my back and making it hard to concentrate.
As soon as the fashion show starts, I’m on my phone, watching intently for Raven to walk.
My heart drops when her heel snaps.
Watching her fall pricks my soul, and I immediately regret letting her work at all. I sit straighter, praying she isn’t badly injured. Then, in a matter of seconds, she does what she always does—turns disaster into magic and steals the entire show.
I laugh under my breath, completely drawn in by her charm.
My wife.
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