Celeste
"Celeste, dear!" My grandmother's voice carried suspense as she emerged from the kitchen. She was nearing her nineties, but she still moved like she was in her fifties. I loved that about her.
She was everything I aspired to be. Fabulously wealthy and had the health of a horse. I could only hope to age as well as she was. Her laugh lines deepening with the grin she threw my way.
"Look who's here!" I grinned triumphantly at my secret success. I had managed to get my grandmother to invite Raphael over and damn, he was looking good as hell.
There he was, tall dark and handsome, my Raphael. His russet eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of surprise and wariness flickering across his handsome features.
"Celeste," he greeted, his voice smooth yet distant.
A shiver rushed through me
