Bonnie stepped out of the kitchen, carefully balancing a bowl of soup in her hands. Sensing someone watching her, she looked up and met Dante's eyes.
The warm glow of the house lights cast a soft sheen over her pale, flawless face. Her eyes, subtly upturned at the corners, held a quiet allure. With her hair pulled back, her small, delicate features stood out, radiating a gentle, youthful charm.
When she caught the slight daze in his gaze, something flickered in her expression. A faint smile began to form at the corners of her lips, but before it could settle, she turned away and walked quickly toward the dining room.
For a fleeting moment, Dante wondered if that smile had been meant for him.
He stood still, slightly stunned. A strange rush swelled in his chest, a flutter that spread through his body in slow, tingling waves.
"Sir," a voice murmured behind him.
One of his men had noticed his hesitation.
