Almost three hours after the call, the bedroom door creaked open with a soft push, and Dominic paused on the threshold, mid-step.
His gaze snagged on the figure standing by the vanity mirror, and for the first time in a long while, his composure slipped. His expression transformed, and he was left with eyes wide, lips parting slightly, and breath caught in his throat as though the very sight of her stole the air from his lungs.
Celeste had been ready for that reaction. She smiled at him from the vanity mirror.
Dominic was already dressed. She loved how punctual he always was. He looked exceptionally handsome.
She wasn't nervous. She didn't pace as she normally did whenever she had to dress up without Amara. She didn't even fidget with her earrings or second-guess her makeup. She simply stood, watching him watch her with a smile.
