She was looking at him as though there were no safer place in the world.
“I have never been more sure.”
Julian’s voice softened.
“What would you like announced?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Then what exactly are we doing?”
Seraphina picked up the photograph.
“Giving my husband the evening he wanted.”
She placed it facedown.
“Make sure he has the best seat in the room.”
Forty minutes later, the call came.
Grant sounded exhilarated.
“Sera.”
She was upstairs now.
In her bedroom.
“You won’t believe what happened.”
“What?”
“Bellamy Holdings changed my table.”
Seraphina looked at the open garment bag hanging beside the wardrobe.
Inside was a gown Grant had never seen.
Deep sapphire silk.
Custom-made in Paris.
“Congratulations.”
“They put me at the central table.”
“Wonderful.”
“Apparently the chairwoman herself requested it.”
Seraphina touched the fabric.
“Did she?”
“Yes.
This is huge.”
“I’m sure it is.”
Grant lowered his voice.
