Imogene Scott
Damien looks away for a second, and in that moment, I know. I already knew the second Elinor told me, but seeing him now, confirming it... it’s like the final nail in the coffin.
“It was a mistake,” he says, his voice low. “It was one night. I was drunk—”
“Oh, so that makes it better?” I snap. “You think being drunk excuses sleeping with my best friend?”
“No, of course not!” he says quickly. “It doesn’t. I messed up, okay? It was the night of Keith’s proposal... I was angry, and I drank too much, and she was there—”
I throw up my hands, cutting him off. “I don’t need to hear the details, Damien! I just—God, I can’t believe this.”
“Imogene, please,” he steps closer again, his voice softening. “It didn’t mean anything. I was a wreck after you took Keith’s proposal. I thou
