Hannah The ride back to the mansion was silent, the low rumble of the car’s engine and the tires crunching across the pavement the only sounds that filled the void between us. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, watching the city lights blur past us all too slowly for my liking. I didn’t even d
No angle, I thought bitterly, fighting the sting of shameful tears burning at the backs of my eyes. No, not an angle at all, except an attempted coverup. For one fleeting, foolish instant, I had actually allowed myself to believe that Noah was trying. That maybe, just maybe, he wanted to rekindle
HannahI plucked the fork up from the plate, taking a deep breath before gingerly spearing one of the thick layers of the decadent chocolate cake. My fingers trembled ever so slightly as I lifted the bite to my lips… and forced myself to eat it.The rich, creamy buttercream frosting melted on my ton
HannahI blinked slowly. “What’s going on here?” I asked carefully, shifting my gaze between Noah and the two people sitting with him.Noah rose smoothly to his feet, dusting off the front of his shirt. “We have a special guest arriving tomorrow morning,” he explained, his tone clipped and all-busin
HannahNoah and I stood in front of each other in the wake of the esthetician’s exit, clutching our robes in our hands. We stared at each other in shocked silence.Without a word, Noah turned to walk into the bathroom for some privacy. But my hand shot out to stop him, and I forced a teasing lilt in
HannahI smoothed my hands over the front of my dress one final time, allowing the stylist to fuss with a stray lock of hair and apply one last dusting of powder to my face. Across the foyer, Noah was being subjected to a similar flurry of last-minute primping—his necktie straightened, a bit of poma
Hannah“Why don’t you sit down, Hannah? Relax a little.”The sound of Amber’s voice was just barely enough to pull me halfway out of my reverie, but not completely. I shook my head and waved my hand, resuming my pacing.“No. I can’t sit.”Viona sighed from the armchair, taking a sip of her wine as s
HannahI groaned as the shrill beeping of my alarm clock pierced through my dreams. When I cracked my eyes open against the harsh sound, I was met with a dark room—not even the sun had come up yet.For a moment, I considered hitting the snooze button and curling back up under the soft blankets, conv