Chapter 46 Tiana

• The ride back to the mansion was conducted in a profound, heavy silence. Mark drove with his usual flawless discretion. I sat close to Fabio, savoring the residual warmth from his guiding hand on my back, my dress rustling softly with every small shift of my weight.
• I had done it. I had disrupted his night again, forcing him to choose me over his professional life. The tears had been the perfect punctuation mark to the volatile music.
• We pulled up to the mansion. It was nearly one am in the morning, and the house was like a mausoleum of quiet wealth.