SIENNA’S POV

The sky was painted in hues of lavender and gold, the late evening sun bathing the city in soft warmth as I adjusted the collar of Rhett’s blazer for the tenth time. He gave me that crooked smile of his—the one that melted away tension and made the world a little easier to bear.

“You’re more nervous than I am,” he teased gently. “It’s just a charity gala, Sienna. Not a royal ball.”

I swatted his arm lightly. “This ‘charity gala’ is being hosted by the same ...