I turn to find Vince in the doorway. He’s dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that makes his blue eyes impossibly bright. He’s freshly shaved, though he’s kept the beard I’ve grown to love, just trimmed it to perfection.
“Thanks.” I drop the second pearl earring back onto the vanity. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Don’t be.” He comes to me and picks up where I left off with the earring fastening. “Everything’s under control.”
“Is it?” I gesture vaguely toward the window, where an extra squadron of armed men patrol our property. “Because this doesn’t exactly feel like a normal christening day.”
“It’s not.” His face remains unreadable. “But Sofiya will be protected, no matter what.”
I sigh. “I know. I just… Sometimes, I just wish we could do normal things.”
Instead of responding, Vince reach
