MasukMadelynI slipped out through the side door of the venue as fast as I could without looking like I was running, my heels clicking quick on the marble floor until I hit the carpet in the hallway. The cool night air hit my face when I pushed through the exit to the parking lot, and I breathed in deep, feeling my heart still pounding from seeing Dominic across the room. Our eyes had locked for that second under the blue lights, and I had turned away fast, mumbling some excuse to the people I was talking to about needing air.I was relieved I had gotten out without him coming after me right away. The lot was dimly lit with those tall lamps, cars parked in neat rows, and I walked fast toward where David had parked earlier, my clutch tight in my hand. The red dress felt too noticeable now, like it was screaming look at me, and I pulled my little shawl tighter around my shoulders.I pulled my phone out of the clutch and dialed David's number, pressing it to my ear while I kept walking. It ra
DominicThe flight had been delayed almost two hours because of some storm over the coast, and by the time we landed I was already running late for the gala. I rushed through the airport, grabbing my bag from baggage claim and jumping into the car my driver was waiting. The whole ride to the venue I kept checking my watch, texting my assistant to let the organizers know I was on my way. My suit was wrinkled from the plane, but I didn't have time to change, so I just straightened my tie in the back seat and hoped it wasn't too bad.We pulled up to the hotel entrance and the valet took the keys quickly. I got out and walked fast through the big doors, the cool air hitting me as I stepped into the lobby. The place was packed already, people in suits and gowns everywhere, waiters with trays of drinks moving through the crowd. The music was playing soft from the band in the main hall, and the chandeliers were lit up bright with that blue tint from the special lights they had for tonight.I
MadelynThe delivery guy rang the bell around four in the afternoon, handing me a big white box with a ribbon tied around it. I signed for it and carried it inside the cottage, setting it on the kitchen table first because it was heavier than I expected. The card on top had my name in David's handwriting, neat and simple: "For tonight. Can't wait to see you in it. - D"I took the box to the bedroom and laid it on the bed, pulling the ribbon loose and lifting the lid. The dress was folded inside with tissue paper, and when I took it out and held it up, the fabric fell smooth and heavy, this deep red color that caught the light from the window. It was long, off the shoulder, with a slit up one side and a fitted waist. Beautiful, really. Expensive too, I could tell from the material.I laid it out flat on the bed and stood there looking at it for a minute, my fingers running over the fabric. And just like that, Dominic came to mind, clear as if he was standing in the room.I remembered o
DominicI pulled into the garage of the penthouse and sat in the car for a minute after turning off the engine, my hands still on the wheel. The drive back from the Montgomery mansion had felt long, my mind going over everything Clarissa and James had told me, playing it on repeat. I finally got out and walked inside, the door closing behind me with that familiar soft click.The place was quiet at first, but then I heard the baby crying from the nursery down the hall, those sharp wails that started and stopped like he was working himself up. Leana's voice came next, frustrated and tired. "Come on, sweetie, just take a little more. You're hungry, I know you are."I walked toward the sound, stopping in the nursery doorway. Leana was sitting in the rocker with the baby in her arms, trying to get him to take the bottle, but he was turning his head away and crying harder. The nanny was standing nearby, holding a clean burp cloth, looking like she didn't know what to do next.Leana looked u
DominicI left the dining room feeling like my legs were heavier than usual, following Clarissa and James back to the living room where we had started. I sat down on the same couch, and they took the chairs again, but this time nobody was smiling.I looked at them and waited, my hands resting on my knees. "So," I said finally, my voice coming out quieter than I meant. "Madelyn isn't your daughter. She's Ava's best friend."Clarissa nodded slowly, her hands folded in her lap. "Yes. She's been like family to us for years, since the girls were teenagers. She spent holidays here, birthdays, everything. We love her very much."James leaned forward a little. "But she's not blood."I rubbed my hand over my mouth, trying to take it in. "Okay. Then... the wedding. How did that happen?"They looked at each other again, and Clarissa took a breath. "Madelyn was married before," she said. "To Christopher. They divorced the same day Ava was supposed to marry you."I felt my eyes widen a little. "Th
DominicI arrived at the Montgomery mansion a little after noon, parking my car in the circular driveway right in front of the main entrance. The house looked the same as it always did, grand with the white walls and columns, the lawn mowed perfect and the flower beds full of bright colors from the sun. I got out and walked up the wide steps, ringing the bell. The door opened after a few seconds, and Clarissa was there with a smile on her face that seemed genuine at first."Dominic," she said, her voice warm as she stepped back to let me in. "What a nice surprise on a day like this. Come inside, it's hot out there."James came out from the hallway a moment later, probably from his office because he had his reading glasses in his hand. He smiled too and shook my hand firm. "Good to see you," he said. "You caught us just in time for lunch."Clarissa nodded and led the way toward the dining room. "The cook made chicken salad and fresh bread, nothing heavy. You have to stay and eat with u







