Aurelia was completely different from what I expected.
I expected a scorned woman. One that would find out what the man she was marrying was doing with another woman and try to ruin that woman’s life. Me—I’m the other woman. I thought she’d hate me. Argue with me. Or worse, play friendly in front of Cronan and then tear me apart the moment he’s out of earshot so he wouldn’t even know there’s an issue.
I expected retribution.
Heartache.
Not this.
“Is it pretty?”
She was dressed in a lacey black teddy, doing a little spin. Her hair bounced as she twirled, as did a few other things. I blushed, staring down at the floor, crossing my arms over my chest self-consciously. She’d picked one out for me too but she chose purple. To match my eyes, she’d said.
