The midday sun hung lazily in the sky. The air was soft and warm, and everything about the day felt too calm.
Just as Dominic promised, today went smoother than Celeste expected.
Celeste sat in the backseat of the sleek black sedan, her fingers tapping nervously on the leather upholstery. She hadn't seen since the engagement dinner.
That evening had felt like a production, one she hadn't even auditioned for. Now, with everything unraveling between her and Dominic, it was time to confront the woman who had tried to fast-track her into a role she wasn't sure she wanted.
The car pulled into the circular driveway, its tires crunching gently against the gravel. The Cross mansion stood proud and dignified, with the vines curling around its walls like veins of history.
A housekeeper opened the door before Celeste could even reach for the bell. "She's expecting you, Miss."
