Chapter 19 The Relationship

• The door closed slowly, and Brielle remained rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch. She had known Aubree for years but never realized the depth of the relationship between her and Andrew. A tumult of emotions churned within her, like waves crashing and winds howling. Didn't Andrew have a fiancée?
• Brielle's head lowered, her long lashes casting deep shadows across her face, as she stood motionless.
• The hallway was quiet and elegant, but the noises coming from the man had been anything but. Perhaps mindful that Max was still waiting in the private dining room, Andrew had finished quickly. His lips, his shirt collar, were smudged with telltale marks of lipstick.