INICIAR SESIÓNGarrett welcomed everyone as he always did, with a warm speech that went on a little too long and a joke about the merger taking longer to finalize than his daughter's wedding plans.The room laughed politely, and I stood near the edge of the stage. I'd set down my champagne glass, leaving my hands empty and steady."Before I hand things over to our partners for a toast," Garrett said, "I understand someone else requested a moment first. Serenity Smith, I believe."I hadn't told him why I needed to speak. I'd only asked for two minutes before the formal toasts, and he'd kindly agreed without asking questions.I felt everyone's attention turn toward me. They looked curious and slightly confused, trying to figure out who I was and why I'd been given the floor.I walked toward the small stage, with Marcus following a few feet behind me, the bound folder hanging at his side. I climbed the two shallow steps in my red dress and took the microphone from Garrett.I looked for Cordelia first.
The ballroom looked like every other fancy event room, with bright chandeliers, round tables covered in white cloths, and a string quartet playing music nobody was really listening to.I stood just inside the entrance in my red dress, with Daxton's hand resting steadily on my back. My heart was beating faster than I wanted it to."You good?" Daxton asked quietly, just for me."Ask me again in twenty minutes," I said.Marcus was already standing near the side of the room with the bound evidence in a leather folder, looking like an ordinary guest. Dana had taken a seat near the small stage where the evening's speeches would take place, exactly where she'd marked on her hand-drawn floor plan.Vanessa moved around the room as naturally as ever, talking to people and making sure she was noticed while keeping half her attention on me without making it obvious she was watching me.My mother arrived a few minutes after us, wearing a navy dress I hadn't seen before. She stood apart from the cr
The gala was eleven days away when Vanessa showed up at the hotel without warning. She carried a garment bag and had a look on her face that said she wasn't leaving until I let her in."Daxton told me what you're planning," she said as soon as I opened the door. "I came to help.""You didn't have to fly out for this.""I didn't fly," she said. "I drove. Six hours. Don't make it weirder than it already is."I let her in. She dropped the garment bag over a chair and looked around the room as if she were already figuring out what needed to be done."First thing," she said. "What are you wearing?""I haven't thought about it.""Then we're starting there," she said. "Whatever you wear into that room will be the first thing three hundred people judge you by before you've even said a word."I sat on the edge of the bed, surprised by how quickly she'd taken charge. For the first time in days, I found myself laughing."You've really changed," I said. "I remember when you wanted me out of Daxto
He called two days later, which surprised me more than it should have, given how little he'd ever called me first in twenty-seven years of being his daughter."Your mother told me you met," he said, no greeting, the same blunt efficiency I remembered from every conversation we'd ever had."She did.""She told me what you're planning. At the gala."I sat down slowly on the edge of the hotel bed, Rowan at the little desk across the room working on a puzzle, half-listening to cartoons."And," I said."I need you to reconsider," my father said. "Not for Cordelia's sake, and certainly not for Sloane's. For the business relationships I've spent years rebuilding since the first scandal nearly destroyed everything I built."I almost laughed, the sound coming out sharp and humorless."You're calling me," I said, "two days after Mom finally apologized to my face for the first time in five years, to ask me to protect your business relationships again.""I'm calling because this family has alread
The call came while Daxton was in the shower and Rowan was busy building a tower out of hotel pillows. I almost ignored it until I saw who was calling.My mother.I stepped out into the hallway to answer it, some old habit of keeping these conversations separate from the rest of my life still intact even now."Hello.""I heard," she said, no greeting at all. "About the wedding. I heard about the wedding, Serenity, from someone at your father's club, before you ever thought to tell me yourself."I closed my eyes, feeling the old, tired shape of this exact disappointment settle back into my chest."I wasn't trying to hide it from you," I said. "I just didn't think you needed to be told by me specifically. We've talked once in five years. I didn't think a wedding invitation was something either of us had earned yet.""I understand," she said, and something in her voice sounded different than it had on that first call, less careful, more raw. "I do understand that, actually. I just keep h
Marcus showed up at the hotel two days later with the overnight package Dana had sent, plus a second folder of his own, thicker than I expected, his expression carrying the particular, focused energy I recognized from the night he'd once handed me a highlighted statute across a diner table years ago.“I spent yesterday checking everything again,” he said, spreading both folders across our small table. “Dana’s original report is still solid. The lighting doesn’t match, the window reflection is different, and there are signs the images were edited.....her work was convincing five years ago, and it still holds up today.”"But," Daxton said, catching something in Marcus's tone."But I found something new," Marcus said. "Or rather, old, that nobody ever connected properly before now."He pulled a single page from his own folder and slid it across the table.“The hotel room that never existed,” he said. “Five years ago, you proved it was fake by calling the hotel’s front desk but nobody inv
I didn't sleep that night, or the night after.Every time I closed my eyes, the photographs burned into my eyelids.The dark hotel room,the man with the blurred face,my body and features,the total ruin of the only night that had ever felt real to me.I sat on the edge of the sagging mattress in a c
I spent most of my wedding pretending I wasn't terrified.The fake smile on my face must have been convincing enough because nobody questioned it,guests toasted us, cameras flashed, and champagne flowed like water.Everyone kept gushing about what a perfect couple we made. I just smiled, nodded, an
Three months earlier."Congratulations, Serenity, you're getting married."The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against my plate,the dining room fell dead silent while I stared across the table at my father. "Excuse me?"Dad didn't even look up,he just calmly dabbed his mouth with a
Twenty-four hours. That was how long I lasted as Mrs. Crane, I stared at the papers on Jason’s desk. I kept waiting for the words to scramble into a joke, but they just sat there, heavy and permanent.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.My throat went completely dry just a few hours ago. I'd woken up in his bed w







