Miranda's POV:
I don't know how I got out of the house and into the back gardens.
An unknown emotion settled in my gut, carving out my organs and replacing it with a black void.
His fiancée.
Did I forget? It's not like he hid it from me. I knew about it. And yet why did I forget it?!
I sat on a bench, my hands trembling as I clasped them in my lap. A chilly draft picked up, carrying with it dead leaves and flowers. The sky overhead was sprinkled with stars, a half moon staring down at me.
What have I done?
Why didn't I push him away when he pulled me in? Why didn't it strike me in that moment that I was making a terrible mistake? How was it so easy for me to lose sight of my goals?
Guilt settled in my stomach and began to fester. I kissed an engaged man.
"Oh, gods above." I g
