CHAPTER 72 Engagement dress

  Eliza's POV

  The morning air felt heavy as I left Cavin in the kitchen, his intense gaze following me as I ascended the stairs. My legs still ached slightly, a reminder of the passion he unleashed last night. It was overwhelming, yet oddly comforting to see the vulnerability he rarely displayed. Cavin had a way of making everything about him—the world, my emotions, my thoughts.

  Back in my room, I tried to shake off his lingering presence. My reflection stared back at me as I stood before the mirror, my face still flushed from the intensity of the morning. I splashed cold water over my cheeks, muttering to myself, "Get a grip, Eliza."

  Slipping into a soft pastel dress, I brushed out my hair and pulled it into a loose ponytail. The soreness in my body reminded me of Cavin's whispers, his possessive words replaying in my mind. I bit my lip, frustrated by how easily he got under my skin.

  A knock on the door broke my trance. "Eliza, Nikolai's here," my mother called.