Larissa's POV
The yacht's interior took my breath away. Rich mahogany walls gleamed under sparkling crystal chandeliers, while massive windows showcased the glittering harbor beyond. Elegantly dressed guests moved through the space like dancers, crystal champagne glasses catching the light.
Carson appeared beside me with two glasses from a server's tray. "Something to calm your nerves?"
I accepted the champagne eagerly. "I definitely need this."
His warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned closer. "Stop looking like you're about to face execution."
"That's exactly how I feel. Every single person here is watching us."
His gaze locked with mine, dark and unwavering. "They're watching because you're absolutely breathtaking tonight. And because they can't figure out how someone like me managed to capture someone like you."
Heat crept up my neck at his words, but before I could process them fully, a distinguished man with silver hair strode over and clapped Carson on the back.
