CHAPTER 14
Rose’s POV
A short, plump, bronze-skinned woman approached us, her fat neck laced with a single-line pearl. A large silver pendant fell from the middle down to the middle of her pressed-together boobs. “Look who decided to show up!” the woman squealed again, wobbling closer.
Damien’s lips curved politely before he pressed his lips on the back of her hand. “Dr. Shaina Duval, a pleasure as always.”
Her pearl necklace quivered as she laughed, her plump fingers catching Damien’s arm with a familiarity I didn’t appreciate. Then her gaze swung to me, scanning me up and down, her lips tightening as though she’d bitten into something sour.
“And this must be…” Her voice trailed, inviting Damien to fill in the blank.
“Rose Sinclair. My fiancée,” Damien said firmly. His tone left no
