He was silent for so long that I thought he wouldn't answer.
"Because back then, he was the only man you could see. No matter how badly I wanted you, I wasn't going to beg a woman whose heart belonged to someone else."
I turned to look at him.
The light sharpened the angles of his profile. His jaw was tight, as though he were holding something back.
"And now?"
"Now?"
He turned to meet my eyes, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward.
"Now you finally see me."
The makeup artist arrived at 6 a.m. the next morning.
I sat before the mirror and studied my reflection.
The makeup artist had concealed the injury at my temple so carefully that it was almost invisible. My eyes were still slightly swollen from lack of sleep, but concealer and contouring hid most of it.
Ethan had a
