Chapter 8 Choosing Happiness
- The morning after the gala, Geneva woke to a crisp, silvery drizzle.
- Amelia sat on the private balcony of her hotel suite, wrapped in a plush cream cashmere robe. She held a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea, her gaze drifting over the misty expanse of the lake.
- The weight of last night still hung heavily in her chest. Sebastian’s desperate confession on the dance floor, I have never stopped loving youhad echoed through her mind all night, competing directly with the easy, warm comfort she felt whenever she was with Adrian.