For a few seconds, I didn't know where I was.The ceiling above me was wrong.Cracked in one corner. Water-stained near the light fixture. Nothing like the pale, elegant plaster of the room I'd slept in for almost a year.Then it all came back.The ballroom, The brooch in my bag, The footage, Adrian's face, His question. "If my money was what you wanted, why didn't you just ask?"The memory hit me so sharply that I stopped breathing for a moment.I sat up slowly.I was still wearing the ivory gown.It was wrinkled now, one strap slipping from my shoulder. Twelve hours ago, the dress had made me feel beautiful.Now it felt like something borrowed from a life that had already ended.I looked around the room.There was no suitcase beside the bed.No Lancaster driver waiting downstairs with the engine running, ready to take me somewhere I no longer had any claim to.No familiar voice asking whether I'd slept well.No message from my parents asking if I was all right.Whether I'd foun
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