THE POWERS
In 1930, the Ashfords, once rivals, are now a feared mafia couple. United by marriage, they run separate empires while facing danger together. Jack urges Lisa to focus on strategy, but her deadly skills remain hard to hide. They'll do any...
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TWO BIRDS, ONE HEART
The next morning, Elisabeth stood before the long mirror, adjusting the collar of her soft, purple pastel dress.
Her look was elegant yet simple, her makeup light but classic, with a touch of red lipstick adding just the right pop of color.
As she fussed with the delicate lace at her wrist, she caught movement in the reflection.
Jackie had just stepped out from the wardrobe room, his hands busy trying to straighten his tie.
He fumbled with it, muttering under his breath, and cast a quick, almost glance in her direction.
Elisabeth pretended not to notice, keeping her gaze fixed on her reflection as she adjusted a loose strand of hair, though she couldn’t ignore the way Jackie’s eyes kept darting over to her, clearly hoping to catch her attention.
Her expression remained calm. She hadn’t forgotten their argument two days ago. It still stung her.
She caught Jackie’s reflection in the mirror again. He was struggling with his tie, casting quick, hopeful glances her way again.
It was almost amusing, watching him fumble with the knot in an attempt to catch her eye, though she kept her face neutral, refusing to let her irritation slip away so easily.
Finally, Jackie cleared his throat, trying to look casual as he tugged at the stubborn tie.
“You know,” he said, with a trace of humor in his voice, “I seem to be having a bit of trouble here.”
Elisabeth didn’t respond, focusing on smoothing her dress. She knew he wanted her to step in, but she resisted the urge, letting him work for her attention a little longer.
Eventually, though, her gaze flicked up, meeting his in the mirror.
Jackie raised his eyebrows slightly, giving her a small, hopeful smile. “Well, I could use some help with this tie,” he admitted, his tone light. “Unless, of course, you’re too busy.”
She hesitated, her irritation softened just a little by his attempt to bridge the gap.
After a pause, she moved toward him, carefully beginning to fix his tie with practiced hands.
“I’d hate to see you look unpresentable,” she murmured, keeping her tone calm and professional, though her fingers lingered on the fabric just a bit longer than necessary.
Jackie watched her, grateful, and quietly knowing he’d have to work harder to regain her full trust.
For now, though, he was happy she was close again, even if only in this quiet moment.
She kept her eyes on it, her expression still reserved, though Jackie could see the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
After finishing the knot, she started to pull back, but Jackie reached out, catching her hand in his.
