Livia stopped to hold her small tiara on with her bouquet hand, and she finally looked at him. As always, her blazing beauty ignited him as she approached.
Me. She sees me.
She was only a few steps from the bottom when she smiled at him. Blake mouthed the number back to her.
“You’re here,” she whispered.
“Always,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Auteur: Debra Anastasia