Year 4.
I will not dance with him this year. Repeating that oath over and over in my head, I fasten the crimson lace mask over my eyes. No ivory tonight. Nothing to help him recognize me, because I will not dance with Simon Yates, either openly or in secret. I will not meet him in the rose garden this evening.
How can I, when he spent the last ten months waging war on my family? How can I dance with him after watching my older brother cave in on himself, losing all confidence and pride? After Simon took such vicious joy in bringing us low?
The Kerr family is no longer any threat to Simon Yates. We don’t have the resources or the reputation. He made certain of that.
And I will not forget everything he’s done to us.
Maybe it’s just business. Or maybe he worked out who I am and it’s pers
