Rain was clueless of what had went on and only felt ease by the presence of her groom.
His aura was aloof and he merely took a glimpse of her, but there seemed to be warmth flowing from his firm hold on her palm to her heart.
As the orchestra slowly played to a finish, she couldn't believe hearing his apology.
"I'm sorry I'm late." The warm air carrying his voice entered her ears clearly.
His focus was forward and when he spoke, he didn't shift his attention.
Surprised, Rain's eyes moved to look at his profile silently. She'd never felt she needed to be apologized to and definitely not from a prince. Even if she'd been offended.
Her heart grew warmer and all her grievances from earlier floated away.
A prince had offered her her very first apology.
