Chapter 32

• Annie stood outside the door in a short gown, her curls neatly packed in a bun. "Are you ready?" Harold asked. She nodded, taking in the exquisite sight of him.
• Annie silently entered the black Rolls-Royce, her eyes fixed on Harold's stiff shoulder. What had she done now, she wondered. She hated this side of him, his cold side that pushed her away.
• "Where are we going?" Annie asked, adjusting her cross bag. He hadn't informed her of their destination. She had simply dressed in a comfortable outfit. No matter his tight jaw, he completed her perfectly, and she couldn't deny that for anything in the world.