Book 3: Chapter 4

Eloise POV

I slowly opened my eyes to the morning light as memories of last night came rushing back. I rolled onto my back, not wanting to leave the bed.

Caleb.

His face. His voice. The way he'd looked at me after all these years, as though seeing me again hadn't stirred something in him.

Seven years, and somehow, one night had been enough to make me feel everything I thought I'd buried.

Groaning, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and made my way to the dresser. I was still wearing my party clothes and shoes. After arriving home late, I'd simply removed my jewelry before collapsing onto the bed.

I stared at my reflection for a moment before kicking off my shoes and reaching for the zipper of my dress. The fabric pooled around my feet, and my gaz