e hope. I filled a sketchbook with dress designs, pourin

surrounded by charcoal sketches and fabric swatches. He

Hatti," he said, his

id, my voice defensiv

you off like a well-behaved pet, and he'll leash y

e ash. We fought, and he left my room with a look of pro

nvitation came wi

perfect," he sai

waving away my sketchbook. "Your designs are

re pulling out a dress. It was beige. A bland

t, smile, and stay by my side. No talking to the pre

t was a job assignm

disconnected his phone from the car's Bluetooth system, but he hadn't. His v

was l

Seraphina's drama. Hatti is the perfect wallpaper-blends rig

uckled. "

eraphina," Dillon's voice was laced with smug

lpa

w space in my chest. Every lie I had told myself, every excuse

here was only the cold, s

la. I had to see it. I had to watch