The day we left Northmara, we booked the earliest private flight and headed for the airport before dawn.
My father said he wouldn't tell the Morettis we were leaving until the plane was already in the air.
I knew he was worried Dante might try to stop me.
But I knew better.
The scandal from the night before was still spreading. Dante had Elena to comfort and a marriage alliance to salvage. Where I went would be the last thing on his mind.
The Moretti family had already announced that the wedding would go ahead as planned in seven days.
Before boarding, I opened the photo I'd taken of the penthouse key lying on the foyer table and looked at it one last time.
Then I deleted our chat history and Dante's number, and logged out of every streaming service and delivery app we'd shared.
Ea
