A private doctor arrived at the Sterling Manor shortly after to treat my injuries and dress my wounded cheek.
The fake intoxication had long faded from my system, yet I kept up my tearful, remorseful act, apologizing repeatedly for the chaos I'd supposedly caused.
Marcus's expression remained dark and unreadable the entire time.
I couldn't tell what weighed heavier on his mind—regret over how he'd treated Vivian tonight, or the fragmented memories Vivian's words had stirred up of Amelia Wayne, my sister.
The seductress Vivian had raged about. The cruelly-treated woman Miranda had whispered of. The young party server who'd been violently assaulted by a drunken man, Marcus, that night.
She'd tried to report the crime to the police, desperate for justice.
But overwhelming pressure from
