b like trash. She stood there for a moment, cont

ubway. Quickest way was

. Crystal chandeliers mocked her with their brilliance. Well-dress

ear, and the cold, hard text o

e cat dragged in. Did you

p, saccharine, sic

aux concern and triumphant glee. Irva in a new Chanel suit that cost more th

Judith's text. The wrong room number. T

n her, free Tristan from their engag

A relief. The rage burned away sham

and deliberate. A faint, humo

t but cutting. "You should really be in Hollywood.

ression melting into wounded innocence. "Kelsey, what are yo

re over her shoulder. "It's over between us. After la

bitter it almos

ranged by our grandfathers. You don't have the authority to declare it 'ove

u spend the night with another man and now you want to cling t

, level, which only seemed to infuriate Irva more. "You're

, eyes welling with crocodile tears. "T

sey, stop it! You're making a scene! It's

ing. A pinprick. She was alrea

ur grandfather. Go to Mr. Mckay and ask him to dissolve the enga

r in his eyes. Terrified

ance, playing victim, accusing Kelsey of being a shameless harlot. Kelsey, co

"You crazy bitch, let him go!" s

contract-her symbol of bondage-slipped from

ker of old habit,

designer heel slammed dow

age?" Irva sneered, grindin

d for a price. And with it, the clause that explicitly forbade contact with Tristan-a clause she'd signed just hours ago. If Burleigh saw t

s made Irva flinch. The anger was gone.

g cold a