Leon stared for a long moment, then asked as if he'd misheard me, "Ivy, what did you just say?"I picked up my cup of black tea, which had long since gone cold, and looked at him. "I said, if you're so set against marrying me, let's call off the engagement. Our lawyers can work out the terms tomorrow.""Who said you could call it off?" He slammed his glass down on the table with a jarring crack. "Ivy Whitmore, do you think a Kane engagement is something you can sign and tear up whenever you please?""But you're the one who asked to end it." I glanced at Clara beside him. "And this is the tenth time."Leon's face darkened. He seemed sure that by now I'd be red-eyed, explaining and apologizing, then handing Clara the seat at the head table. When none of that happened, all he could do was throw out, "You'd better not regret this."Clara walked past me on his arm, a smile tugging at her lips. A brooch Leon had picked out himself was pinned to her wine-red silk dress. The engagement gift he
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