Penelope's POV

I wake to sunlight streaming through the window, its warmth pooling on my bare shoulders, and Timothy's arm draped heavily around my waist. His breath whispers across the nape of my neck in slow, steady rhythms. For a second, I think last night was a dream—the kind that dissolves when you open your eyes.

Then I see the ring on my finger.

I lift my hand, watching the diamond catch the light and throw tiny rainbows across the rumpled white sheets. Small sapphires sparkle along ...