For a second, Tessa hoped it was just her imagination but when she turned, he was still there standing with a bouquet of lilies and  roses clutched too tightly in his hands.

      The stems bent under his grip, the petals trembling as if they too sensed the tension.

      He was dressed in sharp navy with his toe loosened at the throat as though he had rushed here.

      His eyes however, were still the same brown eyes she used to find beautiful, but now they appeared darker, ...