The moment Evelyn stepped out onto the grand balcony, the late morning sun bathed her in a warm, golden glow. It was as if the world itself paused, holding its breath as the light kissed her skin, a perfect contrast to the cool, crisp air. The breeze teased at the hem of her cream-colored dress, making it billow and sway like something from a dream—a vision of fragility and grace against the backdrop of Hayden's imposing estate.

Behind her, the faintest rustle of movement broke the peaceful silence, and before she could react, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a solid chest.