IMOGEN'S POV
Seeing my husband's mistress waltz in through the halls in white did something to alter my brain chemistry.
Shock couldn't even begin to process what was going through my mind.
Before I could even process the situation further, Lana emerged from the crowd, her eyes narrowing as she fixed me with a disapproving glare. "Who invited them?" she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory.
I felt my brow furrow as I shook my head. "I don't know. They weren't on the guest list."
Lana's fingers twitched as she brushed them through her perfectly coiffed hair, her gaze sweeping across the curious onlookers. I could see the tension etching itself onto her features, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "I just wanted one good day," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "One good day."
Turning to me, she squared her shoulders, determination flashing in her eyes. "I'm getting them out of here."
