The morning sun was bright, but it felt like a spotlight on my crimes. I sat in front of the vanity mirror, my breath coming in short, shallow bursts. The makeup team had just finished, and I looked like a dream—a vision in white lace and silk. My skin was glowing, my hair was pinned perfectly, and my lips were painted a soft, innocent pink.
No one could see the bruises on my thighs. No one could see the way my heart was still pounding against my ribs from the night before.
The door opened, and Kane walked in. He looked handsome in his tuxedo, his eyes full of a sweet, honest love that made my stomach churn with guilt.
I know. We agreed to f**k people yesterday. But I didn't just f**k people. I f****d family.
The makeup artists took the hint and scurried out, leaving us alone in the qu
