I marched into the mansion, straight to the staff quarters.Shoved the door open. Yvette sat in her wheelchair.Her face lit up—then dropped. "Why didn't you pick Rosie?"Didn't bother answering. Just leaned in and kissed her. "Don't you wanna marry me?"She turned tomato red. Paused. Whispered, "I do."***Next day, I swung by again. Sebastian, the house manager, stopped me at the door."Mrs. Yelton had a wedding suit made. Time to try it on," he said, grinning like it was Christmas. "Yvette's had a crush on you forever. She's gonna lose it."Then that voice hit."What did you just say?"Rosie stood in the doorway. Caleb, obviously, right behind her, smug as hell.Before Sebastian could get a word out, I stepped in. "It's nothing."Rosie stared me down, laughed, dead-eyed. "Trying to act noble now that you're marrying me?"She snatched the suit. "Caleb's wearing it first. Then you can have it."Sebastian's face dropped. "Miss Yelton, your mom had that made for Mr. Quandt
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