“There,” he said, his voice deep, warm reminding her of honey and sun. “Perfection.”

      Turning her around, he extended her a hand. “Dinner, laeela.”

      They were eating outside at the opposite end of the courtyard, dinner served in a beautiful pale-ivory tent lit by a delicate crystal chandelier hanging above the linen-covered table. Three more white candles flickered on the table, making the porcelain china shimmer. Tuberoses and white lilies floated in water, their fragrance so sweet it nearly made her dizzy.