Cassie froze at the foot of the stairs, breath snagging as she took in the woman framed by the chandelier's soft gold glow.
Blonde hair cascading like silk. Eyes a clear, ice-blue that seemed to hold entire winters within them. Stunning. Poised. Almost ethereal in her stillness.
But then Cassie noticed what her awe had momentarily blinded her to.
The woman wasn't standing. She was seated in a sleek, customized wheelchair, its polished frame glinting with subtle embedded controls she'd never seen on any standard model. It looked expensive, specialized… intimate.
Before she could process the sight, Sebastian rushed up the stairs with a sudden burst of youthful energy.
His entire face changed, lighter, softer, boyishly in love, as he swept the woman into his arms. She laughed
