There she was.

Raina.

But not the Raina who usually filled the house with complaints, sarcasm, or witty comebacks. Not the Raina who rolled her eyes at him or called him names. This Raina looked like she had stepped straight out of a dream—or a red carpet fantasy.

The deep red dress clung to her body in all the right places, molded to her like a second skin, flowing just enough at the base to add grace to every step. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier above the ...