The morning sun cast a warm glow over the orphanage as Lyra made her way down to the kitchen, her thoughts were a jumble of emotions. On the counter, a dozen red roses sat in a crystal vase, a bold romantic gesture from Damien. Beside them, an invitation to a charity gala, his neat script promising an enchanted evening in his company.
Lyra couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect. Damien was a whirlwind, sweeping her off her feet with his charm and lavish attention. But even as her heart fluttered at the thought of him, another face intruded on her mind.
Caden. It had been weeks since she'd last seen him, and his absence was a constant ache in her chest. Where Damien was all grand gestures and burning intensity, Caden was quiet strength and steadfast support.
Lyra
