CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - FAMILY BREAKFAST
I didn't sleep.
I couldn't.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face—too close, too intense, too familiar. His grip on my waist, the heat of his mouth, and then the sting of regret that followed when I slapped him.
Now morning light spilled through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow across the guest room. I sat at the edge of the bed, fully dressed but hollow inside.
My eyes were swollen, my limbs heavy. But I wouldn't let that show.
Madam Kensington would be at the breakfast table with her smug smile. Renae too-probably humming like a happy bird, acting like she owned the damn place.
But I wouldn't flinch today.
I had let them get to me yesterday. I had cried. Broken. Let him win.
Today, I was back in control.
I adjusted the collar
