Chapter Fifteen

Rett

Emma’s gaze went up to the glass ceiling as her smile grew. “This room is absolutely magnificent.”

I tried to see it as she was seeing it, with the wonder that came from lack of familiarity. It wasn’t something that came naturally to me. After all, I’d been born into this house. And yet as I followed her line of vision, I saw the colorful evening sky, the shades of purple and pink through the glass. “I suppose it is.”

Emma’s hand remained on my arm until we reached the dining table I’d had placed in here, complete with the silver vase and single red rose.

Once we were both seated, I sat back and took in the view I found the most magnificent, my stunning wife.

“You’re looking at me like that again,” Emma said with a blush of pink filling her cheeks.

“What is like that?”

“I sometimes feel like you’re seeing me, all of me, as if my dress were gone.”

It was my turn to smile. “Oh, Emma, I do love that image, but if I’m again honest with you—”