Ayda’s POV

“We match,” Sebastian whispered in my ear, once we were quite away from the party. Back near the courtyard again, I’d noticed, and my heart rate skyrocketed. “Did you know?”

“I hadn’t,” though it pleased me to no end that we did. His suit was a cool slate with a matching vest, tie a rich burgundy to match the—“Is that a red jasmine?”

His smile widened, and he plucked the flower up to show me: “I heard ...