Julie sat at the edge of the bed, back straight, fingers laced over her lap like she was trying to keep herself from trembling.
Her feet didn't quite touch the ground, and the silk hem of her dress brushed against her knees each time she swayed slightly.
She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes fixed on the closed bathroom door. Her plan had been simple—wait, smile, and execute.
And then Roman stepped out.
"You're out," she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice came out smaller than intended.
Roman nodded, a towel still draped over his shoulders. "Let me change first," he said with a chuckle, catching the way her cheeks pinked up the moment their eyes met.
In three minutes, he returned—but not alone. In his hand was the slim velvet box, the one delivered earlier in the afternoon.
Julie recognized it instantly. Her breath caught.
"Come," Roman said, setting the box in front of the mirror like it was some kind of offering.
