Lucian's POV...
"Lucian, I'm ready."
Her voice floated down the staircase, cutting through the silence of the house. I turned.
And there she was—Camilla, standing at the top of the stairs, radiant. Her white dress shimmered like liquid crystal, catching the dim light and refracting it into a soft glow around her. Her hair, loose and dark, cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face like a portrait. Her lips—painted a deep, daring red—contrasted sharply against her pale skin, drawing my gaze instantly. The scent of jasmine and something faintly floral—roses, perhaps—drifted toward me, warm and intimate, making my chest tighten for reasons that had nothing to do with my heart.
If there was any problem tonight, it would be the eyes. All of them would be on her.
"You look breathtaking," I said, my voice steady despite the ache growing beneath my ribs.
