LOGINThat night, long after the last of the guests had left for their rooms, Andrew and I returned to the presidential suite to find that the staff had decorated it in preparation for our stay. All the décor, right down to the bed sheets, had been switched out for matching red and gold pieces. The light
Andrew’s eyes met mine as I approached the altar. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. He looked so handsome in his classic black tuxedo that I could hardly wait for after the reception to be with him. As I took my place across from Andrew, I handed my bouquet to Lily. The priestess bega
One month later, I stood in a suite at a private beachside resort, admiring my wedding dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places while still gently brushing against the ground like a low-hanging cloud. Crystals glistened in the room’s fluorescent lights, and the train flowed behind me effor
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I said, breathless. Andrew nodded his agreement. I pulled Andrew to his feet as he stuck the ring box back in his pocket. Then I dragged him back to the bedroom, leading him by the tie. Not that he needed to be dragged; he would have followed me anywhere by th
Andrew texted me and said his flight was delayed by a few errands he had to run, so I waited. And waited. I waited for an entire day, and even began to worry that Andrew had changed his mind. Then I heard a knock at my door. I leapt off the couch and rushed to answer it. Stopping just short of the
Noah left the next day. I took him to the airport, we exchanged a hug and a brief farewell, and then I watched him walk through the gate. That was the last time I ever saw him. With a heavy heart, I returned to an empty apartment. All our furniture and my belongings—what little I still had—were the
I heard Andrew’s footsteps echoing down the hall. I scrambled off the floor and back onto the couch, while trying to wipe my cheeks and eyes. I knew that my mascara had run, but I hoped that he would figure that it was from the rain. “One nice, warm towel, fresh out of the dryer,” Andrew announced
Lisa had spent all week planning this dance party. It was a bit last-minute, but she wanted to get Lady Charlene Laurent in front of her father as soon as possible. She had no clue how far Crystal had dug her claws into Andrew, but she was certain that someone like the beautiful Lady Charlene would
I was almost too lost in the splendor to notice the two people already seated at the table. Almost. “What are you doing here?” Lisa demanded, throwing down her fork and knife. “You swore that you would stay away from my father!” I almost flinched at the tone in Lisa’s voice. Then I remembered An
Andrew could not believe what he had learned. He recognized the names of the reporters on the tabloid articles about Crystal’s ex-convict status as those of Lisa’s classmates, and he connected the dots immediately. He would not let his daughter besmirch Crystal’s name like this, not to mention possi







