ra

eaving

ken over the phone to my old architectur

ll the most brilliant I've ever seen. The world

g I hadn't felt in years igniting in the hol

ibrant studio. I unrolled my old blueprints, the passion I had sacrificed to be the perfe

acknowledged-Dante found me there, sketching, my world narrowed

without looking up. "I won't be availabl

his face. "Of course," he said, the support in his

ed him then if he'd support a divorce, but his phone rang. He disappeared into h

ng, he sur

g to dinner." A rare gesture. A pea

staurant, a Moretti acquisition, while he went t

designer gift box and a massive bouquet of pink roses. A wild

," he murmured, hi

entrance, a vision in red. She sauntered toward

her smile pure saccharine. "You must be Elara.

took the gift box from my ha

softer than I had ever heard it. Then, he plucked the bou

n the roses. "Oh, Dante! You remembered! This sp

chest didn't just die. It was d

r, the entire evenin

the deliv