#Chapter 158: Hidden Meetings

Agnes & Elijah Agnes The cool champagne slid down my throat as Mason tilted the glass against my lips. The alcohol warmed my chest almost immediately, and my nausea ebbed away like a receding tide. “Better?” Mason asked, lowering the glass. I nodded, trying to process what I’d just seen. Olivia in a wedding gown. Here. Tonight. The implications made my head spin all over again. “Come on,” Mason said, gently taking my elbow. “Let’s get you somewhere quieter.” Before I could protest, he was guiding me away from the curious stares and whispers, through a side door and into a small room. It was dimly lit and furnished with a few plush chairs and a small sofa. The heavy door closed behind us, muffling the orchestra and chatter from the main hall. My hands were shaking. I placed the champagne flute on a nearby table before I dropped it, then sank onto the sofa, my elaborate gown pooling around me. “What the hell is she doing here?” I choked out. “I