Chapter 1 The orchestra died mid-note. A single violin slid into silence like a wounded bird, and every head in the Harrington ballroom turned at once — a single, terrible turning, the sort that happens a moment before a crash. Isabelle Fairmont’s palm still tingled from the strike. The heat of it traveled up her…
Chapter 1 The room had no fire in it, and that was the first thing she understood about her marriage — not the vows, not the lace, not the three hundred faces that had turned as one when the chapel doors opened: only that a man who could afford anything had chosen, tonight of all…
Chapter 1 The chair beside the fire stood empty, and Rosalind Ellery sat down in it. Lemon polish and damp wool hung in the air. The tea in her hands had gone lukewarm two conversations ago, and somewhere behind her a woman whispered her name the way people whispered the name of a lane where…
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