There was no light in the room other than that given off by the flames in the ornate marble fireplace. The fire was low, but managed to throw the couple on the divan into deep silhouette. Still, Caroline was able to make out their features.
She knew who they were. She knew who they were very well indeed. She had, after all, recognized her fiancé's laugh through the closed door, which was why she'd opened it in the first place.
Unfortunately, it appeared she ought to have knocked first, since she'd obviously interrupted a moment of utmost intimacy. And though she knew she should...