Hazel pressed her lips, her palms clutching her gown tightly as a husky voice interrupted her reverie.

"Did you like it?"

Startled, Hazel spun around to find Francisco standing there, his presence looming over her like a shadow. His hands hovered near her waist, but he made no move to touch her. Their faces were mere inches apart, his intense gaze locking onto hers.

Hazel swallowed hard, feeling a flutter of nerves in her stomach. Francisco looked breathtakingly handsome, ...