Catherine walked toward Maximilian.
For some reason, her hand rose to cover her chest, as though he had not already seen her naked, as though the sight of her could still embarrass her after everything they had shared.
But tonight was different.
There was something in the air between them that had never been there before. A quiet certainty. A promise neither of them needed to speak aloud.
They were husband and wife. Not in name. Not because of some legal document tucked away in a drawer.
Truly.
The life they had chosen was beginning tonight. Certainty… or simply happiness. Whatever it was, it made her chest tighten.
"Let me see you, Catherine."
His voice was low.
Catherine's cheeks warmed instantly.
She looked into his blue eyes, and there it was again—that faint flare of violet that appeared whenever his emotions slipped past his control.
She could not deny him. "Can we dim the lights?"
