KELLAN'S POV
I stood at the window of the bedroom, staring out into the late afternoon sky. But my mind wasn't on the view. I was thinking about the evening ahead: Sharon's birthday party. Not that I was looking forward to it very much, but I just wanted the past behind me. Even now, I could sense Olivia unease-the way she fidgeted to get ready.
At last I faced her, standing before the mirror in futile efforts to wrestle with her necklace. Soft light, filtering through with the decline of day, fell on and upon her in its gold radiance. She was beautiful, and I could but observe with an arabesque charm how the short blue dress curved around her in such a manner as to bring every detail forth in view to hold my gaze in thrall.