That night, something changed in the way Amelia viewed the castle, in the way she pictured her future too. The former was no longer a prison and the latter no longer lonely.
Indeed, now that she had mentally accepted to become Liam’s bride – whatever that might entail – she was no longer feeling frightened and imprisoned. She felt loved and cherished.
Liam’s confession aside, there was a little something about the way he treated her that made her heart thud louder each time he looked at her.
She couldn’t help the blush that crept under her skin when his gaze shifted in her direction for what felt like the umpteenth time that evening. A gasp tumbled out of her lips in a hurry. And her blush deepened when his eyebrow rose in question.
“Something the matter?” He asked, sounding genuin
