Selena's hands shook so violently that she could barely grasp the tiny, delicate buttons. Again and again, they slipped through her trembling fingers.

Zavier stood nearby, his expression coldly aloof. He made no move to help.

Absentmindedly, he reached to adjust his cufflinks but found only empty space. His brows furrowed for a moment. Those cufflinks—he still hadn’t found them. But now wasn’t the time to lower himself and ask questions.

At last, ...