Imogene Scott
“I seriously cannot believe you got engaged, Imogene.” Elinor says, walking out of my kitchen with a big bowl of ice cream.
She usually doesn’t binge eat unless she’s stressed. She won’t tell me what’s wrong, or where she was all night, or why she had Breonna come lever to babysit Lily instead of her.
“Well, surprise.” I say.
I’m sitting in the living room, legs curled beneath me, flipping mindlessly through a magazine. Elinor takes a seat across me, then places her leg on the ottoman and starts munching on her ice cream.
“I’m happy for you. Keith is a really nice guy. But I’m more interested in why you agreed to the proposal. Marriage is a huge step. Does Damien know yet?”
My mind crosses with an image of the way Damien had looked at me in the garden—like I’d ripped hi
