While Marrying Mr. Steele
Then, with a calm, determined graciousness, she moved past me and up the stairs.
My chest felt tight. “Where do you think you're going?"
She kept still.
I followed behind her, my own heart pounding in my chest. Veronica walked into the study with confidence, her eyes sweeping across the space as if she owned it.
She walked over to the tidy pile of books that I had just sorted.
I moved forward, but before I could act, she grasped some of them in her hands and let them drop.
Pages fluttered, bindings hit the floor. Papers slid across the desk, scattering in a messy pile.
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