DENVER.

I couldn't believe she was the one standing in front of me.

At the start of the ball, I could swear I caught a glimpse of her and a whiff of her vanilla scent in the air. She captured my attention amidst the tens of thousands of people in the crowd.

But I shook my head confidently—it couldn't be her.

Perhaps she had been infused deep into my mind that I was now seeing her where she wasn't, scenting her when she had disappeared for six years now. I remember ...