Eliza's pov
The hallway echoed softly with my heels as I made my way to my father's office. My heart still raced, remnants of Cavin's smirk and the possessive pull of his kiss imprinted vividly in my mind. It was reckless, the way he stole moments like that—but exhilarating. Just as he'd leaned close, his breath hot against my skin, all my intentions to play things cool had gone right out the window. And yet, here I was, trying to focus on the task at hand.
But as I reached the door to my father's office, my eyes landed on Nikolai waiting for me just outside. My parents were eager for us to get married. He looked up and gave a slight nod, his usual aloof gaze softening ever so slightly when he saw me.
"Eliza," he greeted,giving me a hug, though his grip lingered longer than necessary.