Devon's dark eyes flicked to the shadowed corridor where Marianne had stood moments ago, her silhouette now gone. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips, subtle yet sharp, as if he'd caught the faintest glimpse of her spying and found it amusing.
The smile faded as he turned his gaze back to Serena, who stood with her head bowed, auburn hair spilling over her shoulders like a cascade of autumn leaves. Her fingers twisted together, a nervous gesture that betrayed the storm of emotions within her, her sundress catching the soft light in a way that made her seem both fragile and radiant.
