"There you are!"
Donovan lifted his head at the sound of her voice. He turned to find Esme standing at the far end of the corridor, her arms folded. The moment their eyes met, she began walking toward him with quiet urgency, her footsteps light but determined.
"Everyone's been waiting for you," she said softly once she reached him, taking off her glove to place a cool hand against his forehead. "Are you alright?"
He caught the flicker of concern in her expression. It was subtle but unmistakable. Wanting to ease her worry, he gave a faint nod. "I'm fine." He reached for her hand that still rested on his forehead, planting a gentle kiss near her pulse. He retrieved her glove and slipped it back on for her since the air was frustratingly chill today.
"I got caught up with something," he explained in a low voice, his gaze softening as he looked her over. "You look beautiful, by the way."
