ARIA
"Miss Sinclair, left hand on the railing, please. We want to showcase the ring."
I place my hand where directed. The diamond catches the morning sun, throwing prisms of light.
"Beautiful," the photographer murmurs, clicking away. "Now, Mr. Ashford, if you could lean in slightly, like you're whispering something to her..."
Dante's breath is warm against my ear as he leans close. To anyone watching, it looks intimate and romantic.
"Smile, fiancée," he murmurs, his voice is low enough that only I can hear. "Very soon, Marcus Kane will be seeing these photos. I want him to choke on his morning coffee."
The vindictive pleasure in his words makes me smile. A real smile that is sharp and satisfying.
The camera clicks rapidly.
"Perfect!" the photographer calls. "That's the one. The ch
