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"Aria, why'd you put your bouquet down?"Ethan looked at my empty hands, and his frown deepened.He wore a custom-made black tuxedo, with the white rose I'd chosen pinned to his chest. I'd tied his Windsor knot that morning, and it sat perfectly straight."The bouquet's a little heavy," I said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair back behind my ear.Tessa jumped in to smooth things over. "Mr. Green must be nervous. They're twins. It's easy to mix them up! Next question, next question."The groomsmen joined in right away, laughing and shoving Ethan."Seriously, the man's ruthless in business, and he's falling apart over his own wedding.""Just carry the bride out to the car already. The motorcade's lined up for three blocks out there."Ethan knelt on one knee in front of me and slipped a diamond-studded lambskin heel onto my right foot. His hands were steady, and when his fingers brushed my ankle, their warmth felt familiar.Four years. I'd walked barefoot to the kitchen to warm milk

When Ethan came back into the bridal suite, he reeked of cigarette smoke.He looked at me and composed himself with visible effort."Why are you standing here all by yourself?" He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.In the mirror, I could see us both.He was tall and handsome with deep-set eyes, every inch the polished New York power broker. I wore a pure white wedding dress, my face so pale it looked lifeless."I'm a little dizzy," I said.Ethan bent down and kissed the top of my head. The kiss was gentle, almost coaxing, though he didn't seem to realize it."The ceremony's simple. You walk down the aisle, we say our vows, we exchange rings, and then you can come back here and rest. If you're tired at the reception tonight, I'll have someone take you home to the estate early."As he talked, he took a black velvet box out of his pocket.It opened with a click.Inside was a flawless pink diamond ring that glinted coldly under the chandelier."This was flown in from Gene

Rain hammered the Manhattan skyscrapers.The ER hallway at Presbyterian Hospital reeked of disinfectant. Ethan's black tuxedo was soaked through, the Windsor knot at his collar yanked crooked, the white rose lost somewhere along the way.Celina was wheeled out on a gurney, her wrist wrapped in thick gauze, her face so pale it was nearly translucent.When she saw Ethan waiting at the door, tears flooded her eyes, and she weakly reached out with her uninjured hand. "Ethan... I knew you wouldn't leave me..."Ethan stood by the gurney and looked down at a face exactly like Aria's.Once, every proud look and tantrum of hers could set him off. When she said she wanted to see the northern lights, he'd flown his private jet to Norway overnight in a blizzard. When he smashed her cello in one of their fights, he'd spent tens of millions of dollars at underground auctions in Europe to replace it.But now, watching Celina cry, all Ethan could think of was how calm Aria's eyes had been the last tim

The gates of the Green estate swung slowly open in the dark.The butler and the staff stood waiting in the front hall, and the whole house was dead silent.Ethan took the spiral staircase two steps at a time and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.Everything was neat.On the nightstand sat a glass of water that had long since gone cold. Aria had poured it for him last night before bed. In the walk-in closet, all his shirts hung perfectly in order from light to dark, every one of them ironed without a single crease.Ethan yanked open the closet on Aria's side.Empty.Apart from a row of expensive evening gowns the Green family had ordered for her, everything that was actually hers was gone. The soft cotton sweaters, the faded jeans, the plain canvas tote bags. All of it.On the vanity, her priceless jewelry had been neatly arranged in its boxes, including the diamond necklaces and jade bracelets he'd given her every birthday and anniversary.Every box had a little sticky note wi

The Saatchi Gallery's young artists' show opened on Friday evening.The gallery was in Chelsea. Its high-ceilinged white rooms were packed with well-known guests, and the air smelled of champagne and lilies.My two studies hung in the second-floor gallery.One was an empty spiral staircase in a rainstorm, all dark gray except for a faint warm light on the banister. The other was the Thames at dawn, wide sweeps of cold blue and pale violet woven together, the brushstrokes bold and open.Professor Carter came over with two glasses of champagne and handed me one. "Congratulations, Aria. A Swiss collector just bought the first painting for ￡20,000."I was stunned. "￡20,000?""For a first-year master's student who's only just started, that's an amazing beginning," the professor said with a wink. "And someone's made a big offer on the other one too. The buyer's a little unusual, though.""Unusual?""A young English aristocrat. Lord Arthur Howard, a director at the Greenwich Foundation." The