Chapter 22: Shattered Pretenses
(Grace's POV)
I wanted to scream as Diana and Quinn’s teasing remarks about the photos continued. I had already buried my face in my hands, hoping the topic would somehow vanish, but they relished seeing me squirm.
Quinn flipped through the printed photos again, her lips curving into a smirk. "You know, Grace, this looks very... intimate. The way you were nuzzling his neck? You certainly seemed determined."
"Determined to what?" I snapped, pulling my hands away to glare at her. My face burned, my voice coming out ten pitches higher than normal, and I might as well have painted myself red in shame.
Diana barely kept from laughing. Her eyes twinkled as she chimed in, "And the wheelchair thrown to the side? That must have been quite the healing sessio
