Se connecterFLYNN'S POV "Dominic." He didn't slow down. Just said my name back like a confirmation of something he'd already expected. "Flynn." I caught up in three steps and moved in front of him. Forced the stop. We were thirty feet from the main gallery, the sound of the celebration still audible behind us, the low warmth of it carrying through the wall like something from a different world. I kept my voice down. "Did you tell her?" He looked at me with the composed expression he'd brought to every interaction we'd ever had. Controlled, unhurried, the face of a man who was very good at not showing what was happening underneath. "Excuse me?" "Did you tell her what you did. How you found her, how you thought to use her?" I held his eyes. "You've had months, Dominic. You put a ring on her finger tonight. I need to know if she said yes knowing the full truth." He looked at me for a long moment. "What I tell her," he said quietly, "and what I don't, is none of your business." "It is wh
FLYNN'S POVI told myself on the way in that I was here as a donor.I believed it for approximately four minutes.Harrison and I arrived at eight. The gallery was already full, the particular warmth of a night that was working, voices at the right level, wine in hands, people moving through the space with genuine interest rather than the performative attendance of events like this. I shook two hands at the door and said something appropriate and then the show stopped me.I stopped in the middle of the room and looked at what she'd made.Twelve pieces. All of them were hers. I moved through them slowly, the way I'd moved through her work at the earlier show, really looking, not skimming. Each piece demanded something from the viewer. Not explanation, not context, just presence. The willingness to stand still long enough for the work to do what it was built to do.She'd called the show Fractured Vows.I'd know what that name meant. Hearing it and standing inside it were different things
ARIA'S POVThe box was open.The ring inside it was perfect and I didn't know how he knew. I had never pointed at anything, never mentioned a preference, never stood in a jewelry shop window and said that one. But it was exactly what I would have chosen. Pear-cut, simple band, clean lines. Nothing performing. Just the stone and the setting doing their job without apology.It looked like my work.I didn't know how he knew that either. Well, He didn't give a speech.That was the thing. He opened his mouth and what came out was simply true."I love you." He held my eyes. "I know I don't deserve to ask this yet." A pause that was not uncertainty, just honesty. "I'm asking anyway." His voice didn't waver. "Will you marry me?"I didn't plan my answer.It arrived before I made any decision about it, the way the truest things arrived, from somewhere below the thinking, from the part of me that had been rebuilt slowly and deliberately over eighteen months and knew its own mind now in a way it
ARIA'S POV I stood in the entrance of Torres Contemporary at six fifteen and looked at what I had made. Twelve pieces. All of them mine. All built from the last eighteen months of my life. They hung on the white walls in the sequence Clara and I had spent two weeks arranging, each one in conversation with the next, the whole thing moving from fracture toward something that wasn't quite repair but was something better. Something honest. I'd expected pride but what I felt was quieter than that. Recognition. The particular feeling of seeing something that had been inside you finally existing outside of you, in a room, in the world, where other people could stand in front of it and bring their own lives to it. "Ready?" Clara came up beside me. "Yes," I said. We did one final walk-through. She checked sight lines and lighting with the precision of a woman who had done this a hundred times and still treated each one like the first. Everything was right and ready. The guests arrived at
Dominic's POVI pulled her in before she'd finished opening the door.Not rushed. Just decided. My hand found her wrist and drew her through, and I closed the door behind her without letting go, the garment bag swinging from her other hand and knocking softly against my leg. Her head settled just under my chin whilst I still kept my arms around her.I let myself have that for a moment. The bag slipped from her hand to the floor. I didn't move to pick it up yet."Hi," she said into my chest."Hi."The apartment was warm. The city outside was doing its quiet Tuesday evening thing, all low traffic and distant sound. I held her until it felt like she'd exhaled something she'd been carrying all day. Then I pulled back, picked up the garment bag, and hung it carefully on the hook by the door.Dinner was almost ready.I'd started it two hours ago. The kind of meal that needed time to become itself. Garlic. Something slow in the pot. The kitchen smelled like actual effort, and I knew she'd
DOMINIC'S POVI told Marcus to take me to the Pearl District at two o'clock.Not on impulse. I'd been thinking about it for three weeks. The ring had been a thought first, then a plan, then something I kept scheduling and rescheduling in my head the way you rescheduled a meeting you weren't sure you were ready for. Today I'd run out of reasons to move it again.The jewelry shop was one I'd researched. Not the flashiest on the block. The kind of place that had been there twenty years, that still had handwritten cards beside the display pieces, that looked like it cared about what it sold rather than what it earned. The kind of place Aria would respect, which mattered more to me than anything else.Marcus pulled up outside."I'll be forty minutes," I said.I sat in the car for five.Not cold feet. That was the wrong word for it. More like the specific stillness that preceded something significant, the version of pause that meant your brain was doing a final check before you moved.I got
FLYNN'S POVHarrison showed up at my house at six with a garment bag and no patience."I'm not going," I said.He walked past me into the hallway and hung the garment bag on the coat hook like he lived here. "You've been in this house for three weekends. You answered my last two calls on the first
ARIA'S POVI hadn't used the word boyfriend yet.Seeing someone. That was the phrase I'd been using, which Jordan had pointed out twice with the particular expression she reserved for things she found both understandable and slightly ridiculous. I knew what Dominic and I were. I just wasn't ready t
ARIA'S POV"I'm tired of restaurants," I said on a Tuesday, and Dominic looked at me across our coffee shop table and said, "Then come to mine. I'll cook."Just like that. I accepted. Didn't think it through though. No big gesture, no making it significant. Just an open door offered like it was th
FLYNN'S POVThe client dinner ran two hours longer than scheduled because Gerald Mack liked to talk and I'd remembered how to listen.That was the thing about business. It didn't care what your personal life looked like. You showed up, you focused and you made the other person feel like the most im







