Sophia’s P.O.V

I was fastening my watch when Nathaniel came into the room, already looking crisp in his navy suit, adjusting his tie. He glanced at me, his brows softening as he took in my appearance. 

“You’re heading out?” he asked, slipping his cufflinks into place. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I gave him a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. For some reason, I had this sinking feeling in my gut that made me restless. “I want to be near ...