An hour later, I found myself seated in a private box at the Grand Theatre, watching performers spin and leap across the stage below.
Rosie had been right. The show was spectacular. Acrobats defying gravity. Singers with voices like angels. Dancers moving in perfect synchronization. For a little while, I forgot about jade pendants and old loves and the complicated mess that was my marriage.
During the intermission, I sipped wine and watched the crowd below. Nobles in fine clothes. Merchants showing off their wealth. Young couples stealing glances at each other.
Then I saw a face I recognized.
My blood ran cold.
Katherine.
My stepsister stood near the refreshment table, dressed in an expensive gown that I knew had been bought with my mother's money. She was laughing with a group of yo
