His hands came up to the edge of her veil. Please don’t look too close.
Please don’t notice. Please. Luther lifted the veil slowly, and Allesia found herself staring into the most gorgeous face she’d ever seen in her 25 years of life.
He wasn’t old. I mean, yes, he was older. There were distinguished threads of silver at his temples, woven through closecropped dark hair, fine lines at the corners of his eyes that suggested he smiled often, or used to, a hint of silver in his neatly trimmed beard.
But those eyes now warm amber eyes that seemed to glow against his light brown skin.
A face with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and lips that curved into the slightest smile as he looked at her.
And that body, even through the perfectly tailored plum suit, and the sapphire blue patterned silk shirt underneath, Allesia could tell this man took care of himself.
Aurelia was an idiot for passing up this one. Hello wife,” Luther said, his voice low and intimate.
Then he leaned down and kissed her. It was chasteed. I quick ceremonial. But the moment Luther’s lips touched hers, something electric shot through Allesia’s entire body.
His lips were soft, warm, and he kissed with the kind of controlled intensity that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
When he pulled back, his amber eyes were darker, and Allesia realized with a jolt she was in so much trouble.
But how did a maid with nothing to her name end up married to one of the most powerful men in Atlanta?
And what happens when you start falling for someone who doesn’t even know your real name?
Welcome to the wildest 6 months of Allesia James’ life. And trust me when I say this story is about to take you on a ride.
Drop a comment and tell me, have you ever pretended to be someone you’re not?
Let’s get into this. 3 weeks earlier. Miss Allesia. Miss Allesia. Now there you are.
Allesia looked up from where she was polishing the silver in the Bowmont mansion’s formal dining room to see Clara, the head housekeeper, rushing toward her, looking frazzled.
Mrs. Bowmont wants to see you in her office. Immediately. Allessia’s stomach dropped. In the two years she’d worked for the Bowmont family, Margarite Bowmont had spoken to her exactly three times.
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