Cassian's POV
The black roses, just the way I loved them. I have seen her watch the roses in my mother's garden with keen interest, and I decided to have a garden with black roses.
I didn't do it for love; I did it to get a reaction from her
When she appeared at the end of the aisle, I saw that reaction. The feeling of awe and a hint of excitement gave way to a vacant look.
I felt something twist in my chest, watching her expression. Why did I care how she felt? I should just get this over with already. But my eyes could no longer stare at her.
Celine.
She looked like she had stepped straight out of a dream meant to haunt men. Her dress, deep and shimmering with silver vines, clung to her delicately but held an unmistakable power.
The diamonds caught the light and burned against the fabric, and for a fleeting second, I forgot why I was there. I wanted to ruin that dress; I wanted to have her now.
