Eden’s Point of View

“You’re going to sit with me at the head table,” Theron declared again, perhaps noticing the way I had been dodging the conversation.

I focused on straightening his tie, careful not to meet his questioning gaze, trying to ignore the growing pressure in my back and hip.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, noticing my silent groans.

“You’re just too tall,” I muttered, a small smile tugging at my lips.

“I told you not to bother,” he said, his ...