Truth be told, he still carried a twinge of guilt over the broken engagement.
If a few extravagant gifts could ease his conscience, so be it.
Money had never been an issue for him, after all.
With just a few carefully chosen words, Juliet had once again played the role of the doting elder sister—while silently reinforcing that Harrison belonged to her, and her alone.
Queen continued savoring the tea cakes, though a mocking smile played at the corners of her lips.
Everyone believed Juliet was frail and rarely left home, assuming her gentle appearance mirrored her personality.
Only her twin sister—who'd endured countless childhood torments at her hands—knew the truth: beneath that delicate facade lay a sharp, calculating nature, the polar opposite of her saintly image.
Stealing the engagement that rightfully belonged to her without leaving a trace?
That was proof enough.
Not that Queen cared.
Harrison had never mattered to her anyway.
