"Miss Campbell, Mr. Nelson asked me to give this to you."
Just as Stephanie was about to drive away, an attendant hurried over, handing her a note. She took it, her fingers brushing against the paper before she unfolded it.
Return to your room and wait for me. I'll come find you later.
The note was written in Theodore’s handwriting. Stephanie stared down at it for a long moment, the irony of the situation sinking in. What did he want from her tonight, of all nights—the night of his engagement ceremony? Did he still expect her to play the role of his mistress?
No. She refused to be that kind of woman. She could be Theodore's plaything, even his s*x toy, but she would never accept being hidden away as his mistress once he had a fiancée, let alone a wife.
Stephanie could never forget her
