(Livia)
I looked at the envelope in Julian's hand. He had entered my room without asking and was now demanding answers about a private conversation. I wanted to take the letter back, but he held it beyond my reach. I refused to let him see how much his anger bothered me.
"I told Mr. Whitmore what happened at the wedding."
"What exactly did you say?"
"That nobody explained the agreement to me. That my parents forced me to replace Camille."
Julian read the letter again and dropped it onto my bed. He walked to the window and looked out at the garden. I could tell he was trying to decide what to do next. I waited rather than offer another explanation.
"Do you understand what you've done?"
"I've answered questions about my own marriage."
"The trustees could freeze everything while they
