*Daphne*
The Christmas gala had taken off like a huge hit from the moment it first started.
As soon as Daphne slipped into her gown and had the headpiece secured into her hair, she made her graceful descent down the main staircase with Alistair by her side.
“Jesus Christ, dove,” Alistair hummed in appreciation.
She felt his heated gaze on her the second she finished her hair and makeup. His icy blue eyes were enough to melt her on the spot as he dragged them all along her body.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Am I done up enough to be considered Mrs. Blackwood?”
Of course, she meant the question as a joke but Alistair shot her a look that had her stomach doing cartwheels. He darkened his eyes and prowled closer till he was practically towering over her.
“There is nothing to be ‘considered’. You are Mrs. Blackwood. Period,” he stated firmly.