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

how she was really doing.

And now here she was, in the ballroom of the Donovan Lancing Hotel on Newbury Street, with her sister married only twenty minutes ago, the lights warming into pale gold, the band waiting to begin the part of the night everyone else wanted.

The empty chair almost felt like furniture.

Almost.

Kora pressed her thumbnail into the continue reading …