Chapter 338

• Fiona worked the cream into my other hand, her usually calm face shadowed by something softer something like grief. She was quiet, but I could feel the weight behind her silence.
• “When you first came back from the retreat,” she began carefully, “the minute news got out, it was like every eligible heir with a family trust and a PR team was knocking on the door. You were the most sought-after woman in our circles.”
• I nodded. “Yeah, I remember the endless pitches disguised as brunches.”