LOGINCELESTE'S POV "It's me," Damien said through the door. "Open it." "It's four (am) in the morning." I angrily said. "I'm aware. Open the door, Celeste." I opened it a little. He had removed his jacket and his sleeves where folded up. None of the calm from earlier was left on his face. "You came back to say what, exactly." "That you're not wrong to ask questions." "You didn't answer a single one of them the first time." I answered. "I know." "So answer them now." "Not like this. Not at four in the morning with you standing in the doorway looking like you haven't slept." He replied "You haven't given me a reason to sleep." "Get some rest," he said. "We'll talk properly." "When." "Soon." "That's not an answer, Damien." "It's the only one you're getting this morning" "You keep saying that. Tonight, tomorrow, after the wedding. There's always a reason it isn't now." "Because the truth isn't something you hand someone standing in a hallway at four in the mo
CELESTE'S POV "Open the door, Celeste." "It's late," I replied. "I know what the time says." A pause. "I also know you're not asleep." I opened it. His dinner jacket was still on top with his button undone and the tie gone. Nothing was left of the calm man from dinner. "You spoke to Adrian," he said. "He's my lawyer." "I said you could ask questions. Not call him at eleven to pick the document apart behind my back." "I wasn't picking it apart behind your back." My voice climbed and I dragged it back down. "I was reading it. Remember you told me to and not to Sign anything I don't understand." "That's not what I meant." "Then tell me what you meant?." "You called my father's own lawyer, Celeste, and asked him to tell you whether I'd built a trap into our marriage. That's not a question, it’s an accusation." "Then answer the accusation." "You’ve not earned the right to know yet" "I haven't earned the right to know the truth, behind a document with my name o
CELESTE'S POV “You don’t have to sign anything you don’t understand.” Adrian had said it slowly that afternoon, sliding the document toward me instead of summarizing it for me the way everyone else in this house preferred to. His words where still sitting in my chest, at eleven fifteen that night when my phone rang.“Did you sleep at all?” Adrian asked. “No..Not yet. I’m still on page thirty.” “Celeste.” His voice dropped, carefully. “I can’t tell you what to think about that clause. I signed documented papers that prohibit me from telling you what it means. This is not about protecting Damien, It’s me protecting my license.” “Then tell me what you can.” “Read it the way you read everything else. Not for what it says, but for the hidden details behind the letters.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I’ve got tonight.” “Adrian.” I made myself say it slowly. “If I asked you whether that clause protects my family, would you be able to tell me no?” Silence. Three seco
CELESTE'S POV The message came through Mrs. Reine a little after nine in the morning, delivered in that flat, unbothered tone she used for everything now. It was as though nothing that happened to me in this house in the last two weeks would change the voice not even slightly. she said "Mr. Chen's office has sent someone over to walk you through the pre-nuptial paperwork before the signing, and he would be arriving within an hour. So be ready and sit in the east sitting room because that was the room Damien had specified, instead of the usual drawing room where Margaret usually staged everything that mattered. "Did he say who," I asked, because in my experience anyone Damien sent ahead of himself was worth knowing about before they walked through the door. "A Mr. Voss," she said. "Head of legal affairs, I believe. That's all I was told." I had not slept properly since the balcony. My ribs was still tender enough that I woke twice in the night just from shifting wrong,
DAMIEN'S POV "That's enough for today," I said to the tailor, and it was quiet enough that it took her a full second to understand the fitting was over. Years ago, I had learned that a raised voice gave people permission to raise theirs back, and I did not want Margaret Harrington handed that permission in a room full of witnesses who did not work for me. "Mr. Chen, we still need to mark the hem…" "Tomorrow," I said. "Same time. I'll have my office confirm it with you directly." She gathered her pins into the little velvet tray without arguing, and the two assistants followed her out with their eyes down. I stood still till all three left before I turned to look at Margaret again. Doing that was intentional because my reaction would have been different if I looked at her while there were still people in the room who worked for the tailor and not for me. "I don't know what you think you heard," Margaret said, while gathering her shattered self, a minute earlier. "I k
CELESTE'S POV The tailor kept saying my name like she was afraid of it, "Miss Harrington, if you could just lift your arm a little for me…" I lifted it, and stood there in the middle of the fitting room on a small raised platform with pins in places I wasn't comfortable with, while three assistants moved around me with their mouths full of thread while their eyes carefully avoided mine, because none of them wanted to be the one caught looking at me directly. Margaret walked in unannounced twenty minutes into the fitting, without anyone informing me before now."You're pinning it too loose through the waist," Margaret said, halfway before she fully entered the doorway, and every single person holding a pin froze at once on hearing her voice."Mrs. Harrington, I wasn't aware you would be joining us today," the head tailor said, while moving towards her, with a bit of nervousness that stemmed from her previous encounter with her."I wasn't planning to," Margaret said, as she walked




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