Chapter 31 Old Flames, Closed Doors
- SOFIE
- I pulled him toward a secluded alcove draped in soft light, its archway wrapped in climbing ivy and gold-trimmed sconces. It was tucked away from the buzz of the gala, clearly designed for quiet conversations and stolen moments. The kind of space where the night could slow down and let us breathe.
- The second we stepped inside, I felt the shift. Safe. Cocooned. His hand brushed mine, and I leaned in, ready to let the evening settle around us.