Chapter 59

The champagne was flat. Not literally. The bubbles still fizzed cheerfully in the crystal glass she held, but the taste on her tongue was sour. Flat. No matter how expensive the vintage, it couldn’t cover the bitterness lining her throat. It matched the way this entire party felt polished on the outside, but dead beneath the surface. This whole event was a lie. Did they know Laura was a lowlife whore? That she was pregnant? That the soon-to-be groom was a cheating asshole with a little dick that wasn’t even that good in bed? Blair hadn’t known that back when she was with Dan. She’d spent too long thinking something was wrong with her. Until Roman. Blair scanned the garden, the pristine hedges and fake smiles. Why was she here? She didn’t need to be. Not really. She had nothing to prove. Roman leaned in, whispering in her ear. “We can leave at any time.” He was picking up on her inner turmoil, as always. She had lasted longer than she thought she would. Smiled for the right people. Nodd