Chapter 222

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I'm trembling.

It's subtle, mostly in my hands, the way my fingers twist together in my lap like they're trying to braid my nerves into something useful instead of completely destructive.

I can feel my nerves everywhere. In the pit of my stomach. In the tightness in my chest. Even my heartbeat feels wrong, like it's trying to outrun this moment.

The sitting room is like nothing I've ever seen before. Like from a movie. If I thought Jake was rich, this is a whole new awakening.

Tall ceilings. Gilded crown molding. Paintings on every wall, some classic, some modern, all expensive. Everything smells like lilies and lemon polish. Like wealth.

I sigh, dropping my eyes to the woman sitting in front of me.

Elena Hanson. My aunt.

She sits across from me in an armchair that probably costs more than everything I've ever owned in my entire life. She's dressed in a cream silk blouse and navy trousers, her heels tucked neatly under her chair. Her dark hair is swept back, not a strand out of place, and her lipstick is the exact same shade of mauve that used to stain the edges of my grandmother's teacups in the only photo I have of her.

She looks like someone important.

And she looks like him.

of her nose, the almond shape of her eyes,

look just like your grandmother when

before my fear

never

met you before?"

show the pain behind it. She sighs and smooths

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coward.

I adored him. Still

my cheek

your mother, Diana, our parents, they didn't take it well. Old money. Old minds. They'd chosen someone for him, someone they

of the paintings on

disowned him," she continues. "Told him he could stay in the

her. He chose her."

spreads through me.

her voice soft. "Of course he chose her. He

confusion spreading. "He never mentioned that. He told us

a long

"I don't blame him. They were terrible to

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