f the polished silver. Cheyenne stood at the stove, wearing

f the table, his phone h

oulder to see the screen. He had opened Instagram. His o

to. The caption w

wife, sti

e he had ever posted a picture of her. A publ

tood immediately. Keenan was announcing to the world that Aracely Ross was still her

d, and Genevieve, Keenan's mothe

"Still playing the happy hom

ly lower her head and murmur a quiet gr

n who looked exactly like his mother. Aracely's soul ached. She reached o

aid, her eyes raking over Cheyenne

teeth. "I'll keep t

e snapped. "Your bloodline doe

ng the exchange with a detached

e overly sweet, "would you lik

grandmother. Genevieve gave a tiny,

Leo said, turning

of it was a physi

a soft click. "You're coming w

n event Aracely had begged to attend fo

"Keenan, she'll o

aid, his voice cutting o

p with triumph. She t

enne's ear, his voice too low for his mother to hear. "Wear the red d

unning, scarlet gown Aracely had refused to we

Aracely's soul. He w

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