Few had ever seen that look on his face. Dante Flagg cold and aloof, lowered his gaze slightly and watched the woman who was about to become his wife.
His eyes were steady, uncharacteristically gentle.
Just then, the stylist approached with a necklace. Dante glanced at it, took it in his hand, and fastened it around Bonnie's neck himself.
The moment he leaned in, Bonnie instinctively turned her face away, trying to pull back. But before she could move far, his low, quiet voice drifted to her ear.
"Derek Lee just boarded his flight. He'll be leaving the country very soon."
The air seemed to freeze.
As her wide eyes met his, Dante continued fastening the necklace. When he was done, he adjusted the diamond-studded chain with a calm hand and spoke with unhurried precision.
"You see? That childhood sweetheart of yours wasn't so great after all. He stayed here all these days and still couldn't find you. What's the point of loving a man like that?"
So he really had come.
