Annelise hadn't gone looking for trouble with Cecilia Sutton, but Cecilia, unable to hold back, had come to her first. And with such a cheap trick, no less.
She tossed the wet wipe into the trash can. "Fine. Lead the way."
'I'll see for myself just what this Cecilia Sutton—the woman who got Henry Kingston to marry her in a flash and who also knows Jett Westgate—is really made of.'
She was led up a different staircase in the villa to the top floor.
The top floor of the villa had only one room. The person leading her stopped at the door. "Miss Valentine, Miss Sutton is inside. I won't disturb you."
Annelise simply pushed the door open. The light inside the room was much softer than in the hallway.
The first thing that met her eyes was an incredibly magnificent white, diamond-studded wedding dress. The dress was displayed on a mannequin, its layered skirt blooming outwards in a dreamlike fashion.
And standing before the wedding dress was a person.
