Sallie's POV
When I was first shipped off to St. Chaim Reform Academy, Draven consumed my thoughts.
Draven was my fiancé. We'd grown up side by side, and he'd sworn he'd love and protect me forever.
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ditched the bodyguard Levi assigned me two years ago just to see him alone.
I wouldn't have walked straight into that camera-free blind spot like an idiot, where the Noahs grabbed me and shipped me off to St. Chaim's.
Nobody seemed to catch how pale I'd gone. They crowded around Jill instead, drowning her in compliments and well-wishes.
"I'm so jealous of Ms. Noah—Mr. Cornel treats her so well."
"Ms. Noah and Mr. Cornel are a perfect match."
"Ms. Noah, you're about to graduate, right? I bet the wedding with Mr. Cornel is coming up soon. Best wishes to you two!"
Jill's cheeks flushed with that shy, satisfied glow. "I keep telling Draven I already have enough clothes, but he just keeps buying me more."
