- SERAPHINE
"Fine, Seraphine," Declan said, dropping my new name like a heavyweight between us. "You’ve got the floor. What’s the first thing you’re going to do?"
I smiled, a real, genuine smile that felt like breaking glass. "We're going to a charity gala. The Heart of New York benefit. Aiden is the chair. Marielle will be on his arm, dripping in my diamonds."
Declan pushed off the counter and walked toward me, stopping just out of reach. He looked down at my stomach for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "That's suicide. It's the most photographed event of the fall season. We'll be walking into a room with five hundred cameras and a thousand of Aiden's closest friends."
"Exactly," I said, walking back toward the master bedroom. "I want him to see m
