Cassandra’s POVThe setup stole the air from my lungs, but not in a way that felt romantic. It felt too much.The beach stretched out quietly, the waves rolling in steady rhythms as they crashed with the shore while the evening sun cast a warm glow over everything. The flowers, the table, the soft lights, everything looked perfect, yet something in my chest felt tight.Rhys didn’t seem to notice. He led me forward, his fingers laced with mine as we approached the table. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down, still taking everything in. He personally poured me a glass of wine and slid it toward me.“Isn’t this a bit much?” I asked, trying to sound light, but the unease I felt slipped through anyway.He shook his head slightly. “Just enjoy it,” he said, shoving the wine in my hand.I held the glass but didn’t drink. My attention shifted when he stepped away from the table and walked toward the stage. The moment I saw the guitar, my brows furrowed. Was he planning to sing for me?
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