Elena
After fixing up my makeup, I leave the confines of my bedroom and walk downstairs. Might as well strike the iron while it s hot. My mother s words are still ringing in my ears as I descend the stairs. Could I be the wife to Sebastian as she was to my father?
I spot Sebastian s back and he turns around as soon as he hears the clicking of my heels. At this vantage point, I had to admit that he looked exceptionally handsome; raven hair that was a little long with a fringe that fell in his eyes. His facial hair was a medium stubble beard trimmed to perfection. Tall, yet broad and muscular. Think of Chris Evans.
He looks up at me and an unfamiliar expression crosses his face when he takes in my stony expression. Was he going to try and intimidate or insult me again?
I come to a stop in front of him, "Sebastian," I say and he holds out his hand, palm up.