My fingers tightened around the envelope.
Lucien’s eyes never left it.
“Sienna.”
His voice was calm.
“Give it to me.”
Vivienne laughed.
“See?”
She folded her arms.
“He still thinks he can decide what you know.”
I looked from one of them to the other.
“This is about me.”
“It is,” Vivienne replied.
“So I’ll decide.”
Before either of them could stop me, I broke the seal.
Several photographs slipped into my lap.
My breath caught.
Lucien…
Standing beside Vivienne.
At a charity gala.
On a yacht.
Walking out of a restaurant late at night.
Another photograph.
Lucien placing a diamond ring on her finger.
I looked up.
“You were engaged.”
“I was.”
His answer came without hesitation.
“You never told me.”
“You never asked.”
A bitter laugh escaped me.
“When exactly was I su
