ith white roses. The scent wa

vet sofa, legs cro

at clashed with her sharp features. When Janey entered, Doria ju

look at you. You

y in a hug. Perfume-Chanel No. 5, t

t life, she had hugged back.

oria," Ja

ands on Janey's shoulders. Her e

g you do this. Marrying that...

reciting the line she was expecte

med. She guided J

ispered, conspiring. "I

tch and pulled out a sma

. "It's mild. Just enough to mak

oked at

d, injecting a tre

ht after the wedding, the stock will tank. The board will intervene

cle relaxant. In her past life, Doria had spiked Janey's drink with

t her lip. "What

moothly. "Carter will meet you there. He's g

ial. Her fingers

y whispered.

t visible. She turned to the table where

Doria said, po

glasses. She knew Doria had

, Janey stood up abruptly. Her elbow kn

t, feigning a fumble, and splashed a generous amount of

sped. "I'm so sorry!

mping back. "You i

lub soda!"

ed, her mask slipping. "I have to go

lutch and ran into

clicked shut, Jane

with terri

orked the vial Doria had given her. She poured the entire contents into t

ilet f

ed up the

at her dress with a wet

the glass. Th

with fake emotion. "Thank you for saving

en at Janey's pathetic expres

Janey," D

he glass.