"Lina."
Lina didn't look back. She sauntered out of the room, like she owned this entire building and everyone was indebted to her. Her heels were the sound of water in oil, loud and crackling. The sound took up the silence in the hallway. She glanced to her right and watched the sun set.
Lina was supposed to give her Uncle a signed wedding certificate by tomorrow morning. She dug her nails into her palm and frowned.
"Time to marry some random stranger on the street," Lina said to herself.
At least, this decision was hers to make, and if she'd regret it, she was the cause of it. No one else.
- - - - -
Priscilla felt like the world gave up on her. She watched as Lina left, taking Kaden's patience with her. She wondered what made a woman as tiny as her so confident.
How did she face the storm and not scream in fear?
The minute Priscilla heard Lina's name, she knew who it was—the woman rumored to be two-timing the Young Master with Everett Leclare.
