The next morning, the winter sun blazed over Chateau Reed, casting a glittering light across the snow-capped glass conservatory.
I stood in the center of the polished mahogany floor, my body stiff. Axel’s words from the balcony were still echoing in my head on an endless loop.
*Every single word, Hazel.*
I hadn't slept a wink, my thoughts bouncing frantically between his raw confession and the yellow foreclosure receipt resting safely in my bag. He had cleared his name. Dominic was the accomplice. But knowing the truth didn't stop the crazy, chaotic racing of my pulse every time Axel stepped into the room.
"Positions, please!" the head event coordinator clapped her hands, her voice echoing through the massive sound system. "We are executing the wedding dance rehearsal now. Core brid
