I caught Sabine’s quiet intake of breath, but Nikolai’s tone shifted instantly, warm and gentle. “Yes, love. Happy anniversary.”
I gave a faint smile, pretending not to notice the unfamiliar perfume lingering in the air. “Happy anniversary,” I murmured.
Nikolai approached quickly and took my hand. A bouquet brushed against my fingers, the petals cool against my skin. “Here,” he said softly. “Your favorite flowers.”
My hands trembled slightly as I touched them. “They’re beautiful,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “You deserve them,” he said smoothly, guilt hidden beneath tenderness.
From behind him, Sabine spoke in a syrupy voice. “Hi, Sienna. Nikolai asked me to help with dinner. I hope that’s alright.”
I tilted my head toward her voice, pretending to search for her. “Sabine? I didn’t realize you were here,” I said gently, forcing a smile. “Of course, I don’t mind.”
Nikolai slipped an arm around my waist and chuckled. “She’s just helping out. You know I’m hopeless in the kitchen.”
I let out a small laugh, though my chest ached. “Yes… I remember.”