#Chapter 83: Gabriel

Grace As I dressed for the meeting, my thoughts kept circling back to that woman on the phone with Charles. Platonic trouble is what he called her. I told him I trusted him, but even I could feel how hollow the words sounded. It had been a few days since then, and Charles hadn't called me. I'd gotten a few text messages from him, checking on me, but he didn't mention the woman. I wanted to call him. I wanted to trust him. I wanted to believe that it was all right, but I... I huffed and went to my closet, pulling out the dress Amira had picked for me for this meeting and getting dressed. It was sultry but not sexy. It felt confident and appropriate for me. The luxurious fabric glided against my skin. It made me think of Eason, and made me wonder how much longer it would be before he was able to come home and get back to filling my closet with his whims when he wasn't masterminding PR overhauls. You know how I like to pretty up for you... Her voice was going to haunt me f