The night was full of magic. Ella couldn't stop smiling as she left the dancers and returned to the table with Bridget.

Warwick poured them wine from a bottle a barmaid delivered to them. "Well done, ladies, well done."

The wine was sweet on Ella's tongue and went straight to her head as she ate dinner. Phillip kept a hand on her waist, so deliciously scandalous, even though they were pretending to be married. She could have floated away without a care in the ...