Fierce Devotion

~DONOVAN’S POV~

The garden glowed with soft golden light, lanterns strung through the trees like captured fireflies. A string quartet played somewhere near the fountain, their music weaving through the low hum of conversation and laughter.

The reception was in full swing. Beatrice was radiant in her pearls and satin, Silas held her like she was spun out of silk, and guests drifted between champagn