ist. Her smile was a perfect, polished lie for the benefit of
a winter sky. She didn't struggle, didn't react. She
he champagne flute she was holding tumbled to the floor, shattering on
rd, her ankle landing squarely on a large piece of
r voice filled with pai
to her side, immediately pointing an accusing fin
cle of onlookers tightened, their whisp
er eyes welling with crocodile tears. "Jules, I was just
. She didn't even glance at the facts-her verdict was already decided. "You sh
s arm, to physically force he
nt appeared in her eyes. The silence that was her shield had now become her cage. She was trapped, u
g its breath, waiting for the girl
through the tension, l
ize? Fo
He didn't rush. He walked calmly to Aria's side, creating an unspoken barrier between
were standing a good three feet away from her. Explain to me the physics of how she managed to 'p
clinical dissection-a verbal scalpel that laid
. She stammered, unable to
nd you. Did you get your degree from a fo
mpt on his face. "My fiancée," he said, the words clear and delibera
d pulled her through the stunned, parting crowd. His grip was firm, inescapable, as
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