I had not expected him to come looking for me the moment he was released. Clearly, my new identity had unsettled him enough to warrant investigation.
He sat waiting with a cigarette in one hand and a familiar photograph in the other.
Only when I drew close did I realize the person in the photograph was me.
Sebastian lifted an eyebrow when he saw me and held out the picture.
"Ms. Sinclaire, you bear a remarkable resemblance to the woman I love."
I let his words pass without acknowledgment and sat down to begin the consultation.
"Mr. Fiennes, you indicated you required some design adjustments to the gown. Please walk me through your specific requests."
My clipped, professional tone sent a flicker of disappointment across his face.
He gathered himself and spoke.
"My fiancée's birthda
