Amanda’s POV
Nicholas’s rejection still burned like acid in my veins. I could still see the way he looked at me last night. He had a cool, disinterested stare as if I were no more enticing than a piece of rotten meat.
I had gone to his room in the perfect dress, my hair in loose waves that brushed my bare shoulders, the scent of my most expensive perfume clinging to my skin. I’d touched his chest, whispered in his ear, pressed my body against his. And what had he done?
He told me to get out.
No, not just told, he ordered. His voice had been cold enough to freeze blood, but his eyes were unreadable. I had been so humiliated that I could barely breathe as I walked out.
It was Esther’s fault. I saw how Nicholas kept stealing glances at her all night.
She had stolen my chance, my place,
