LOGIN(Sabrina’s POV)Luca met me at the bottom of the stairs and stopped mid-sentence when he saw me.“Hi,” I said.“Hi,” he said back, and his dark eyes traveled down the red dress and back up to my face and he shook his head slowly. “You’re going to cause problems in that.”“Good problems or bad problems?”“Depends on who’s looking.” He offered his arm and I took it, and his hand covered mine on his sleeve.The garden party was string quartet and rose hedges and dancing on a stone terrace and champagne I couldn’t drink. Luca stayed close, his hand finding the small of my back when we moved through the crowd, his fingers pressing gently against the red silk.I could feel Nate before I saw him.He was holding a glass he hadn’t touched, and he was looking at me with an expression I’d never seen on him before. He looked wounded and distant, as if he was studying me through glass he’d put there himself.He thought the baby was Luca’s.I’d made sure of that two hours ago in my room, and it was
(Sabrina’s POV)I was halfway through my hair when someone knocked.“It’s open,” I called, expecting Eric with coffee or Adrian with another vitamin.The door swung inward and Nate walked through it.I spun on the vanity stool so fast the curling iron clattered against the mirror. “What are you doing here?”“Your door was open,” he said, as if that explained anything.“That doesn’t mean you can just—Nate, I’m getting ready.”But he was already inside, and I was too startled to physically remove him, so he stood in the middle of my room looking at everything. My makeup spread across the vanity. My shoes lined up by the wall. The two dresses laid across the bed—the gold and the red—with my jewelry between them.He picked up the gold dress by one strap and held it at arm’s length, tilting his head.“Put that down,” I said sharply.He set it back on the bed and picked up the red one instead, running his thumb along the fabric near the neckline.The gesture was so casual, so weirdly intima
(Nate’s POV)Wedding morning and I was up before dawn because sleep had given up on me entirely.I walked the castle in bare feet and yesterday’s shirt, moving through corridors because moving was better than lying in the dark next to Alexis replaying the cellar and the balcony and Sabrina’s face in candlelight, counting the ways I’d ruined everything until the numbers stopped making sense.I passed a half-open door on the second floor. A sitting room, a fire already crackling in the hearth, the smell of toast and something herbal.Sabrina’s voice stopped me dead.“—better this week, can you please just let me eat in peace?”“I will let you eat in peace,” Adrian said firmly, “when you actually eat.”“I’m eating right now.”“You’re picking at a croissant. Why are you trying to avoid calories?”“Adrian.” She sounded exhausted. “It’s six in the morning.”“Which is why you need to eat now. Before the ceremony.” A pause. The clink of a glass being set down. “For the baby, Sabrina.”I stopp
(Nate’s POV)I couldn’t sleep. Two in the morning and the ceiling had nothing left to show me.I walked the castle aimlessly with my hands in my pockets, barefoot on cold stone. Down one corridor and up another and through the library and past the sitting room until I found the west terrace.She was already there.She was in a silk robe of dark green that made her look even paler than usual, her hair loose down her back. She was leaning against the railing with her face tipped up to the sky, and I could see the moonlight on her throat and her collarbone and the line of her jaw.I should have left. She hadn’t seen me. I could turn around and she’d never know.I didn’t leave.“Can’t sleep?” I said from the doorway.She didn’t startle. She didn’t even turn her head.“Can’t sleep,” she confirmed.I came to the railing three feet away. Safe distance. Except the night was warm and the quiet was enormous and there was no one watching, and we were both too tired to put the masks back on.“I w
(Sabrina’s POV)The group drifted back upstairs twenty minutes ago and I stayed because the cellar was cool and quiet and nobody down here was going to ask me to hold a champagne flute I couldn’t drink from.I ran my fingers along the bottles on the nearest rack, reading labels I couldn’t pronounce, breathing in the smell of damp stone settle. Luna would love it down here, but Felix wouldn’t let her out of sight.“You’re not drinking.”I turned so fast my elbow caught a bottle and I had to grab it before it rolled off the rack.Nate was leaning against the archway. His tie was loosened and his sleeves were pushed up past his forearms. He looked tired and real and I hated that he looked better when he wasn’t trying.“I’m not in the mood,” I said flatly.“You haven’t been in the mood all week, Sabrina.” He pushed off the archway and walked toward me, closing the distance. “The prosecco toast. The cocktails. The champagne on the boat. You haven’t had a single drink since you got here.”M
(Nate’s POV)“Nate. Get up. We’re doing the river thing. I told Juliet we’d be there!”Alexis threw my shirt at the bed and stood over me with her hands on her hips. Her straw hat was already on, her white dress already perfect.“I don’t want to go on a boat, Alexis.”“I don’t care what you want. You’ve been moping for two days and I’m done watching it.” She pulled the covers off me in one sharp yank. “Get dressed. Smile. Act like a CEO.”I got dressed.Forty minutes later I was at the stern of a restored wooden river boat with a canvas canopy and champagne sweating in a silver bucket at my elbow, staring at the brown-green water sliding past and wishing I were anywhere else on the planet.Sabrina was on the upper deck in a yellow sundress with thin straps that left her shoulders bare.She was leaning against the railing beside Felix and two of the bride’s cousins, and the hem of her dress lifted every time the wind gusted and pressed against her thighs. I kept my eyes fixed on her th
(Sabrina’s POV)His name was Luca Ferrante, and my brothers greeted him like he had never left.Charlie came out of the kitchen wiping his hands and bellowed “FERRANTE!” across the porch so loudly that Luna bolted off my lap and disappeared under a chair.Felix vaulted the porch railing and tackled
(Sabrina’s POV)I picked up Nate’s pen. The pen I had bought him for our first anniversary, engraved with his initials on the side. He had never used it. The barrel was cold.I signed.I clicked the pen shut and laid it down across the form, right over the word consent.My hand did not shake. I did
(Sabrina’s POV)I didn’t remember climbing the stairs.I remembered the ultrasound in my fist. I remembered my own heartbeat in my ears. I remembered thinking: he already did it. He already did it. He already did it, as I opened the door.Nate looked up from the desk. His hand was on a fresh glass
(Sabrina’s POV)“Congratulations, Mrs. Cooper. You’re one month pregnant.”My fingertips landed on my stomach before I told them to. The doctor kept talking, but I was already three streets ahead. Already pricing the crib. Already picking the name.Pregnant.For three years I had been Nate Cooper’s







