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Chapter 22: The Wrong Bride

Penulis: Ivy Rose
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-08 21:03:19

POV: Charlotte

I was starting to lose count of the events.

Galas, shareholder dinners, charity functions, the names blurred together more with each one, different venues, same crowds, the same careful smiles I’d learned to wear like a second skin. This one was a children’s hospital fundraiser, held in a ballroom dripping with white orchids, and I found myself thinking, somewhere between the welcome speech and the first course, that I’d attended more formal even

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