Rhett pov

The air outside was sharp, biting into my skin as Rhett pulled me through the doors, away from the chaos inside. The muffled sounds of the gala, the clinking of glasses, the laughter, the whispers all faded with each step we took, leaving nothing but the harshness of the cold and the silence between us. The moon hung high in the sky, casting pale light over the empty courtyard. We were far enough from the ballroom now, the weight of the crowd and their prying eyes gone, but the weight ...