Henley

Ella sat back, a sly smile spreading across her face. “And so, your marriage has been a whirlwind. Not a long engagement?”

Declan shrugged. “Why not? I knew what I wanted.” He held my hand, giving me a smile.

Ella nodded. “So, Henley, was this marriage arranged, too?”

“I will not dignify that question with an answer.” I gave Declan’s hand a gentle squeeze, smiling as I looked into his eyes. “I love Declan very much. He’s the light ...