登入Cassian came down the grand staircase to find Emory already at the dining table, her breakfast finished, her shoes on, her small overnight bag packed and waiting by the door."Daddy! You're finally awake! I've been ready for a thousand years!"Cassian glanced at the clock. It was eight-fifteen in the morning. "Emory, it's barely past eight.""I know! You're the one delaying us now. We're supposed to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house today. You promised. Remember? You said this weekend.""I remember. Let me eat something first.""Eat fast." She crossed her arms and gave him a look that was so much like Clara's stern expression that it made his heart ache. "I'm timing you.""As your lordship commands." Cassian bowed slightly and sat down at the table. Maria brought him a plate of eggs and toast, and he ate quickly under Emory's watchful eye."I'm done," he announced after five minutes. "Satisfied?""Barely. Let's go!"They piled into the car, Emory chattering the entire way about everyt
Vanessa did not stay to clean up.She left the ballroom as soon as the last guests began to trickle out, ignoring Julian's questioning look and the staff's murmured questions about where to put the leftover floral arrangements. She had more important things to do.The strand of Clara's hair was safe in the zippable nylon bag inside her clutch. But she needed more. She needed a comparison. She needed proof.She climbed the grand staircase and walked down the hallway to Emory's room. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the soft sounds of a cartoon playing on Emory's tablet.She knocked gently. "Emory, sweetheart? It's Auntie Vanessa.""Come in!"Emory was sitting on her bed, her fancy party dress exchanged for pink pajamas with unicorns on them. Her tablet was propped against her knees, and a half-empty glass of milk sat on her nightstand. She looked tired but content."Auntie Vanessa! Did you see me at the party? I wore the blue dress, just like I wanted.""I saw you. You lo
The party continued around Clara like a current around a stone. Laughter echoed from the ballroom. Champagne glasses clinked. The string quartet had been replaced by a jazz ensemble, and couples were beginning to drift toward the dance floor. But Clara needed air. The confrontation with Vanessa by the dessert table, the sweet interaction with Emory, the weight of Cassian's kiss—all of it had left her breathless and overwhelmed.She slipped through the French doors and into the garden.The night was cool and clear, the stars scattered across the sky like diamonds on black velvet. The fountain sparkled under the fairy lights. The roses—Vanessa's roses, Clara thought with a pang of irritation—were in full bloom, their fragrance heavy in the air. She walked along the stone path, her emerald dress brushing against the hedges, and found a quiet bench near the old oak tree where Emory had told her she played with her dolls.She sat down and closed her eyes. The silence was a relief. The part
Adrian arrived shortly after Clara, slipping in through a side entrance. He had debated coming for hours, changing his mind half a dozen times before finally putting on his tuxedo and ordering a car. He was here to support Clara. That was all. He would watch from a distance and be there if she needed him.But when he saw her standing in the doorway, the emerald dress shimmering around her, the pearl necklace at her throat, something inside him cracked.She was wearing his necklace. The necklace she had given him twenty years ago. The necklace he had carried across the world and back.She had worn it tonight. For him. For herself. For everything she could not remember.Adrian took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and found a quiet corner near the windows. He would watch. He would wait. And if Cassian hurt her tonight, he would be there.Cassian crossed the room.He did not care that people were watching. He did not care that Vanessa was staring at him with barely concealed fu
Cassian found Emory in the garden, sitting under the old oak tree with her dolls arranged in a semicircle around her. She was dressed in her favorite overalls, her dark curls wild from a morning of playing outside."Can I sit with you?" he asked."Of course, Daddy. You can be the prince." She handed him a doll with a plastic crown. "The prince has to protect the kingdom from the dragon.""What dragon?""Pretend dragon. Use your imagination."Cassian sat down on the grass, the doll looking absurdly small in his large hands. "Emory, I need to talk to you about something. Something important."Emory looked up, her honey-colored eyes suddenly serious. "Is it about Auntie Vanessa?""How did you know?""You get a certain face when you're going to talk about Auntie Vanessa. It's like this." She scrunched up her features in a surprisingly accurate imitation of his tense expression.Cassian almost laughed. "Yes. It's about Vanessa." He set the doll down carefully. "Emory, you know how much Van
Clara stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, holding up the dress she had just bought.It was stunning. Deep emerald green, the color of a forest at twilight, with a neckline that was elegant without being revealing and a skirt that swirled around her knees. She had found it at a boutique in the Design District, and the moment she put it on, she knew it was the one."The party is on Saturday," Imogen said from the doorway. "Are you going?""I'm going.""As Cassian's date?""No. On my own terms. I'm not going to be his plus-one or his arm candy. I'm going as Clara Hayes, general manager of Whitmore Fashion Group, project lead on the rebranding initiative. I'm going to hold my head high and show Vanessa Hale that she doesn't intimidate me."Imogen smiled. "That's my girl."Clara's phone buzzed. Cassian's name flashed on the screen."I should take this," Clara said."I'll give you privacy." Imogen squeezed her shoulder and left, closing the door behind her.Clara answered. "Hello."
Julian arrived at the Kingsley estate in the late afternoon.The mansion was quieter than he had ever seen it. Maids moved like shadows. The curtains were still drawn. Vanessa's carefully arranged flowers were wilting, petals curling brown at the edges.He found Cassian in the living room, dressed
The early morning light bled through the curtains.Cassian's bedroom was a disaster empty whiskey bottles littering the floor, books torn from shelves, a shattered lamp in the corner. He sprawled across the mattress in yesterday's clothes, shirt wrinkled, jaw shadowed with stubble, eyes red-rimmed
The wheelchair squeaked as the nurse pushed Clara toward the NICU.Her heart pounded so hard she felt it in her throat. Her hands trembled on the blanket across her lap. Two weeks of darkness, and her babies had been growing and breathing and fighting without her.Imogen walked beside her, hand on
Two weeks later.For fourteen days, the twins had floated in their incubators, growing stronger by the hour. The boy had gained four ounces and learned to feed without the tube. The girl was smaller but fiercer, tiny fists always clenched, miniature brow furrowed as if preparing for a fight.The NI







