While Marrying Mr. Steele
Amelia’s voice broke halfway through that sentence, and that sound — that crack in her — made me shove Sienna off my lap so fast she actually gasped.
She caught herself on the bed, blinking at me, and then her smirk came back like a mask slipping into place.
“That’s your choice, then?” she said under her breath. “Interesting.”
I ignored her. My knees were shaky when I stood. My head was spinning. The walk to the door felt longer than it should’ve, my hand shaking on the handle. I opened it.
And there she was.
Amelia stood in the hallway, drenched from the storm outside. Her hair clung to her cheeks, and water dripped from the hem of her dress, pooling at her bare feet on the marble floor.
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