Jilted By Prince, Claimed By King

melled of bleach and lemon cleaner. It

ction in the spotted mirror. She looked like a wreck. Her lips were swol

r, Edris," she h

ly still with her-and pulled out her emergency makeup kit. Concealer went on thick over the marks on her neck. She blende

dress, draping her cashmere scarf o

re again. Cold. Perfect. Untouchable. Only her eyes betray

h the early morning shift of mai

ped a steaming steamer. "Where have you been? T

ry," Edris lied smoothly. "

o question the logic. "Get

thermal gear that cost more than most people's

ts were milling about with cof

. Her eyes landed on a

ement. An

ding a cup of hot cocoa with both hands, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes. Clement was smiling, a soft, genuine s

nd told herself it was just sibling affection. They

the lens of betraya

e camera app immediately. She pretended to che

ic

sion. The hand on the waist. The nose

his smile vanishing ins

, spilling cocoa on the snow. "

d walked over, her boots cr

ess. Bailee." Her voice w

ting his scarf. "Edris. We were w

ng to Bailee and then back to him. "It

don't be like that. Clement was just keeping

re wearing his ja

clutching the lape

er eyes. "You're always cold, aren't you, Bailee? Especia

arkening. "That's enough, Edris. Yo

"I suppose I imagined the way y

ent

servant. "We have the Vogue shoot in an hour. Unless you