Cassandra could not stop smiling as she left the restaurant that night.
The cold wind brushed her cheeks, but she felt warm inside. Nathaniel had finally said the words she had waited for. He wanted her back. He wanted her to move into his house. And he said he loved her.
Love? Cassandra almost laughed again as she walked to her car. She did not care about his love. What she cared about was his house, his cars, his money, his company. All of it.
She closed her eyes for a moment and let herself imagine it. She pictured herself standing at the balcony of Nathaniel’s mansion, looking down at the wide garden. She saw herself walking into his bedroom, wearing silk gowns, servants running to serve her. She pictured herself sitting beside him at meetings, people calling her “Mrs. Knight”
