Heather’s POV

The morning air was crisp and cool against my skin, quite different from the warmth that bloomed in my chest. I practically vibrated with anticipation. Sleeping had been a restless affair, and my mind replayed our late-night conversations, the way Keith's eyes had softened, and the walk he had talked about in the letter.

I was up before the first hint of rose touched the sky, dressing in my favorite forest-green gown, practical enough for a stroll but still elegant. My ...