Chapter 1

Chapter 1 

Zara 

I stand barefoot in the living room, my silk robe hanging loose from one shoulder, a glass of champagne in my hand as candlelight flickers across the walls in soft, golden waves. 

It’s all so achingly romantic… or it would be, if someone were here to share it with me. 

But there’s nobody. 

My gaze drifts to the clock and with a jolt, I see that midnight passed an hour ago. 

“So that’s that,” I murmur. “Happy anniversary to me.”