#Chapter 155: Trust Me

Agnes My fingers trembled as I attached another crystal bead to the bodice of the gown. I’d been sewing for hours, but my mind refused to settle down no matter how much I tried. The same questions kept circling like vultures, picking at my flesh until it was raw. Could it really be true? Was Mason my fated mate after all these years? Was Elijah planning to marry Olivia while having me design the very gown she would wear? I couldn’t decide which was worse. The needle slipped, pricking my finger. I cursed under my breath, watching a tiny drop of blood bead on my skin. How fitting. My blood, sewn into a dress for another woman to wear. I needed a break. Setting aside my needle and thread, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The house was quiet, although I could hear faint laughter from outside. I fixed myself a simple sandwich, not really tasting it as I chewed mechanically, staring out the kitchen window. In the garden, Elijah and Thea were playin