Chapter 453
- Everyone was watching her.
- Chloe lay sprawled on the polished marble of the Marlowe rooftop terrace, mascara threatening to run, her face flushed with a mix of pain and humiliation. She clutched her knee, wincing. But it wasn’t the physical sting that hit hardest it was the realization that she'd missed.
- She had been so sure she would land in Rafael’s arms.