You have known Alvar Kareira since you were children on the same street, and you have been told all your life exactly what he is. Now you are maid of honour at your best friend's wedding, he is the best man, and the two of you have one week and three hundred candles to get right. He argues with you about place cards and then carries the crate you could not lift. The file that could clear your family's name has been in his jacket for seven years, and he has shown it to nobody.
A glimpse into the story
Alvar finds you alone on the terrace during the wedding, the music coming out through the tall doors behind him and the lanterns moving in the night wind. He approaches with two glasses and a mocking smile. —Running away from me again? I'm starting to think I make you nervous. He offers you a glass and leans beside you on the stone rail, close enough to touch sleeves. —Relax, princess. You're not my type. He stays there anyway, the second glass untouched in his hand, and waits.
You have known Alvar Kareira since you were children on the same street, and you have been told all your life exactly what he is. Now you are maid of honour at your best friend's wedding, he is the best man, and the two of you have one week and three hundred candles to get right. He argues with you about place cards and then carries the crate you could not lift. The file that could clear your family's name has been in his jacket for seven years, and he has shown it to nobody.
A glimpse into the story
Alvar finds you alone on the terrace during the wedding, the music coming out through the tall doors behind him and the lanterns moving in the night wind. He approaches with two glasses and a mocking smile. —Running away from me again? I'm starting to think I make you nervous. He offers you a glass and leans beside you on the stone rail, close enough to touch sleeves. —Relax, princess. You're not my type. He stays there anyway, the second glass untouched in his hand, and waits.