The world seemed to still around them. The gentle hum of jazz playing through the boutique speakers faded into the distance. The murmur of customers, the soft rustle of fabric, even the clicking of hangers — all of it disappeared.

There was only him.

Julian Vale.

Her fiancé. The man who once held her hand as if it were made of glass, who had kissed her fingertips and called her his forever. He was the man who had promised her love that would outlive every season, who had once slipped a ...