Regina POV
That call with Scarlett still burned in my ears.
I’d floated the idea of her getting back out there, maybe even remarrying someday, and she shut it down flat: no thanks, Regina, I’ve got this.
But I wasn’t about to let my girl fade into the background after everything she’d been through.
Not at twenty-four. Not when she deserved the love that actually stuck.
The next afternoon, I was perched at our usual table in the rooftop garden.
Sunlight warmed the wrought-iron chairs, and the air carried that mix of fresh-cut flowers, perfume, and the faint, underlying musk of the elite. My old crew was there. Laughter floated around us until one of them leaned in, voice dripping with that fake sympathy that always set my teeth on edge.
“Regina, honey… You never married, no kids
