Chapter 87
- Nathaniel's POV
- She was dressed in satin, soft-lavender, the color she had worn the night we announced our engagement. Now, it clung to her like a second skin... too soft, too fragile, too counterfeit.
- She didn’t knock twice. She just stepped in, as though the last week of betrayal, public scandal, and our on-again, off-again fretwork never happened.