m, Olivia

in the air, s

atred in her eyes flickered, replaced by pure confu

?" Mr. Miller demanded

ice steady. I looked directly at Olivia.

ad just tried to take away. I was giving

earching my face for a trick, a trap. She found nothing but calm acc

kirt of her expensive wedding gown and r

carefully orchestrated wedding, the union of his daughter to his ha

he finally managed to say,

sir," I replied. "It' s

affair. Alex Peterson made sure of that. He posted

crying or looking suicidal. He was grinning, his arm wrapped tightly around Olivia, who was stil

and devastating: "Sh

g as their phones lit up. The Miller family name became a trending topi

e was a man who lived and died by his family' s reputat

h apologies, but with an air of triumph. Alex strutted in like

and foyer and a smug, nasty

with condescension. "Thanks for keeping he

od by his side, her silence a cle

utting through the tension. He was pointing a trembling finger at

ant. She turned to her father, her expression hard. "It' s over, Dad.

ure she wanted discarded. The woman who, just h

e fire burned br