Mara POVThe sound of shattered glass came from Linda’s side—she had accidentally dropped her glass.“Oh my… someone get the cleaner, please,” she announced.While Gregory called the cleaner, Thomas reminded me that I still had an unanswered question. He is really creepy and intrusive.“I belong exactly as much as anyone else who married into this family.” I answered.“Spoken like someone still trying to convince herself,” he murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough that Lucien misses it.The courses continue—amuse-bouche, soup, salad, fish, sorbet palate cleanser, beef Wellington, cheese course, dessert—each one an endurance test. I’m hyperaware of every glance thrown my way, every whispered conversation that stops when I look over, every assessment being made about my suitability, my background, my worth as a Cross wife.Halfway through the main course, Gregory stands, crystal champagne flute in hand.“A toast,” he announces, and the table falls into immediate, resp
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