Sophia’s POV

My lips twitch, threatening a smile that I fight while Alexander brushes my hair. He’s gentle and taking his time.

No man has ever done this for me. Maybe my Dad, but I can barely even remember.

“Do your makeup while I brush your hair.” He says.

I nod and open my pouch, then take out my mirror first. I stare at his reflection, seeing how devoted and focused he remains. That unreadable expression is still on his face.

“I’m done.” He says and drops the brush in my ...