And just like that—
Everything else faded.
The road.
The car.
The world.
Gone.
There was only him and her.
His gaze softened, just barely, something unreadable passing through it before he spoke, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
“You’re overthinking.”
Iva blinked, caught.
“I—no, I’m not—”
“You are,” he cut in calmly, one brow lifting slightly, not mocking, just… certain.
Her lips pressed together, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks as she looked away, suddenly feeling exposed.
“I’m about to meet the royal family,” she muttered under her breath. “I think I’m allowed to overthink a little.”
A quiet huff of amusement left him.
“That’s fair.”
She glanced back at him, surprised by the lack of teasing.
For a moment, he simply watched her, his expression more op
