The next morning, I dressed carefully, soft cream blouse, tailored slacks, and my hair pinned back. I looked the part, even if I felt like a stranger inside the costume. Frey barely said two words as we stepped out together for a charity breakfast with the city’s elite. He smiled when the cameras appeared, gripped my waist like it was scripted, but the tension in his jaw gave away the lie.As we walked down the red carpet of the hotel lobby, reporters called our names, flashing bulbs catching the glitter of my earrings. One reporter shouted, “You look radiant, Catherine! What’s your favourite thing about Frey?”I glanced sideways at him. He didn’t return the look. His smile was already aimed at another camera. So I smiled too and answered, “He knows how to make silence feel comfortable.” But that was a lie.Later that afternoon, I sat alone in the dressing room, rehearsing my lines for the next media appearance at a dinner the next night, the biggest one yet, and I was going to be the
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