Lunch was served in the formal dining room.
The long mahogany table looked exactly as Emma remembered.
Elegant.
Imposing.
Far too large for four people.
Sunlight filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens.
Fresh flowers decorated the center of the table.
Everything appeared perfect.
As always.
Stephanie walked beside Emma, still wearing the smug expression she’d carried since discovering Emma’s relationship with Rowan.
Emma was already regretting every life choice that had led to this moment.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Stephanie gasped.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“You’ve been smiling like a villain for ten minutes.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You absolutely do.”
Stephanie looked delighted.
Before Emma could defend herself further
