NO ONE'S POV
Across the glass balcony, the cool afternoon breeze ruffled the edge of Lily's coat. She stood quietly, her posture straight, but her eyes kept drifting back to the private alcove where Lucian sat with his blind date.
"You're standing in the draft," Dante's calm, smooth voice broke through her thoughts.
Before Lily could react, Dante stepped closer and casually unbuttoned his tailored coat, draping it gently over her slender shoulders. The fabric was warm and carried a comforting, faint scent of pine and cedar.
Lily froze, her hand instinctively catching the lapel. She looked up at him with a flicker of genuine confusion in her dark eyes. "Lord Dante... what are you doing?"
