THE EMPTY CHAIR AT HER SISTER’S WEDDING WAS SUPPOSED TO PROVE HER FIANCÉ HAD LEFT HER—BUT WHEN A QUIET STRANGER SAT BESIDE HER, KORA NEVER IMAGINED HE OWNED THE HOTEL, OR THAT HIS FAMILY WAS ALREADY PLANNING THE MARRIAGE THAT COULD DESTROY THEM BOTH
the key for the fourteenth floor, and stepped back.
The family suite still smelled faintly of flowers and coffee. A housekeeper in a gray uniform was wiping the bathroom counter with the calm focus of someone whose Sunday had started three hours before sunrise.
The pearl drop earring sat exactly where Tessa had left it, untouched on a tray.
