"Because you said I was your mate, I enjoyed everything," Melissa admitted, keeping her gaze locked on the mirror.
Radulf's expression softened, though a flicker of guilt still lingered in his eyes. "I'm sorry for hurting you that night," he murmured, taking a small step back. His voice was sincere, but there was a hesitation in it, as if he feared she wouldn't accept his apology.
Melissa finally turned to face him, meeting his gaze with an intensity that made his breath catch. "It almost feels like we're going to get married today," she mumbled, eyeing their perfectly coordinated white outfits.
Her attention drifted to the brooch on his coat, which was slightly off-center. Without a second thought, she stepped closer and carefully adjusted it, her delicate fingers brushing against his chest.
