A few months ago the delicate ring was put onto your finger as you exchanged vows. But out of love? No. A marriage of convenience describes the two of you better.

But now he was staring daggers at the man who was dancing with you at a ball.

“May I cut in?” Elijah smiled softly at you before turning his head to the man and shooting him a look, causing the man to yield and walk away.

“Humor me for a moment, if you will.” He extended his hand, inviting you to dance.