Chapter 88

• Scarlett sat gracefully across from Lincoln at their intimate table for two, her keen, observant eyes carefully studying every nuance of his expression with the attention to detail that only a woman deeply in love could possess.
• A smile of pure, unadulterated joy slowly spread across her beautiful face as she watched every detail of his handsome features. However, she couldn't help but notice with growing concern that he seemed completely lost in his own troubled thoughts, as if wrestling with some invisible demon that she couldn't see or understand.
• His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, giving his normally relaxed face a distinctly troubled and worried look that she'd rarely seen before. His sharp, intelligent eyes stared off into the distance as if grappling with some complex, unseen dilemma.