DEMETRIA

Anastasia strutted ahead of me toward the door, her heels clicking against the floor as she called out in a sing-song voice, “Coming!”

When she swung the door open, Marion stood there, tall, sharp, breathtaking as always. Dressed in crisp all-white that somehow made casual look like power.

He wore a half-button white linen shirt with a soft open collar, the fabric draping effortlessly over his chest, paired with tailored white trousers that hung perfectly over fresh white ...