Without Cassian charging in like a white knight, Celestine had been pulled from the jaws of danger, but she emerged battered and bruised, a roadmap of cuts and scrapes.
Darwin stayed rooted by her hospital bed all night. By sunrise, he'd dropped to one knee and proposed.
The engagement ceremony was set for two months later, a full five months earlier than fate had originally scripted.
When Cassian got his hands on that gold-embossed invitation, his face was eerily calm, so calm it sent a chill snaking down my spine. He looked like a man who had completely let go of the past, a bystander to his own story.
But over the next few days, he started secretly polishing himself up behind the curtain.
He not only kicked cigarettes to the curb, he also started sneaking face masks on every night
