The thought alone made him feel something warm and possessive inside him, a feeling he hadn't planned on and couldn't shake even if he tried.
She is my woman, his mind whispered with a calm certainty.
By the time they reached the ballroom venue, it was already seven. Golden lights decorated the entrance, music drifted lightly through the open doors, and elegant guests wearing beautiful gowns and suits stepped inside with soft laughter.
Leo stepped out first, adjusting his jacket. Then he turned, offering his hand to Bella like a gentleman. She placed her small hand in his, her gown shimmering as she stepped out of the car. He carefully helped her, making sure she did not trip over the hem.
When their eyes met under the evening lights, Bella smiled shyly.
And Leo…
He felt his breath catch for the second time that day.
