Lucky in Love
She knew she was the reason Peter had planned to steal her kidney, but seeing the face of her rival, the woman Peter loved, and still having to smile.
It was more painful than she had imagined.
Lindsay was beautiful. Even sick, even pale and too thin, there was a delicacy about her that made Karen feel ordinary in comparison. Blonde hair falling in soft waves. Big blue eyes. A light pink dress that hid, but not completely, how fragile she was.
And the way Peter held her; with such care, such devotion that it made something ache in Karen’s chest.
“Keep smiling, and don’t lower your head,” Sebastian said low, urgent, beside her.