hitting Elaina right in the eyes. She woke up insta

mpty. The pillow was on th

o

rched into the massive walk-in clo

a horro

had "helped" her shop, telling her that the Boone family loved bold, artistic statements. She

ed like a clown

opard print jumpsuit with rhinestones. She ri

on pink t

lamé

et bare of the atrocities. By the time she was done, a mount

had hidden her old clothes-the ones f

and a crisp, white button-down shirt. She put

esidue of the heavy night creams Amanda had insisted she use. Her s

k into a high, severe ponytail, exp

ike a rich man's toy anymore. She looked li

A maid peeked in, hol

Then she looked at Elaina, her eyes widening. She clea

pile. Her voice was cool and authoritative. "Don

ne." The maid sc

, her hand gliding over the mahogany banister. The portraits of

ed the di

of the table, a newspaper spre

ro's right, leaning in close, laughing at something on her phone.

d on the marble floor

o look

er, his gaze traveling from the white shirt to the jeans to the ponytail. He looked con

plastered on her face

ed at Elaina's outfit, then at her fa

ast Amanda. She walked past the empty

e table-the seat opposite Co

r out. The sound scraped

her legs. She laced her fi

ce was calm, devoid of the desperate

in the room

at her with an intensity that made her skin p

ina, you look... different. Are you feeling okay? That

ding Amanda's gaze. "I decided

ed as if she'

butler standing by the sideb

o had always ignored her, snapped to

atching her. His dark eyes were narrowed, cal