With a subtle nod, Holden signaled the guards to step aside, allowing the carriage to pass through. As it came to a halt, he approached with a graceful ease, his presence commanding respect. He opened the carriage door and extended a hand to help Adele down.
Adele took his hand, noticing how gentle yet firm his grip was. As her feet touched the ground, she couldn't help but smile, a gesture that felt surprisingly natural despite the tumult of emotions within her.
"You have a lovely smile," Holden remarked, his voice soft yet laced with something deeper. "It reminds me of Sharon's."
Adele's smile faltered slightly at his words. "Sharon?" she asked, curiosity piqued.
Holden's expression softened, the sadness in his eyes becoming more apparent. "She was... my late lover," he explained, a wistful note in his tone.
