Chapter 178 My Little Girl

• : : : Sophie : : :
• Kieran leads me through the garden, his hand in mine, warm and steady. I can feel the rhythm of his pulse — strong, fast — and my heart races to match it. I keep glancing up at him, expecting him to suddenly veer off the path, maybe take me to the greenhouse or the west terrace — somewhere quiet and romantic. Somewhere a proposal could bloom like the flowers under moonlight.
• But he doesn’t.