ding it from the view of the guests. He looked

ed. Then, louder. Dianne

ests- Dian

! Arthu

nful, but she didn't flinch. He dragged her toward the heavy oak doors

cked it. The music from the pa

aper onto his

demanded. He wa

ed her. It is a marriage certificate,

canned it, her brow furrowing. Then she let o

twisting in disgust. You forged this. You

leaning against the bookshelf. G

and went to her throat. This... this isn't possible. He

n't looking at Eva with anger anymore. He was looking at her like

ered. If this is real, t

rd Eva. When

inked.

coming? Why didn't you tell

n in this house. Arthur didn't care about

Eva lied. It came ea

rced a smile that looked like a rictus of pain. Well. That explains

on the desk. I don't believe

what color his own

came at

s Henderson. His v

Arthur

says... says Mr. Noel's

y was absolute. You cou

was half-laugh, half-sob. He

ng. Fix your hair. You look like a ghost. Dianne, get her s

omach. This wasn't supposed to hap

n't know she existed. He was here for business. Or

through her... or worse, if he recognized her

e. The lie was alrea

or open. Come on! E

foyer just as the massi

ew in, cold

irst. Security. They scanned the

ter Noel

al precision. He didn't look at the flowers. He didn't look at the crowd. He walked

avy. It was the silence of pre