Cindy
I stood by the edge of the grand banquet hall, clutching my wine glass a little too tightly.
The golden light from the chandeliers danced on the diamond tiara Kimberly wore—an absurdly grand piece that practically screamed royalty.
Every inch of the celebration reeked of Kendrick’s handiwork. From the imported floral arrangements to the world-class chefs flown in to prepare the meals, everything had been arranged to perfection—for her.
Kimberly.
My gaze locked on Kendrick, who stood just a few steps away from her, his eyes never once leaving her face. I felt a heat rise up my neck and flush my cheeks, but it had nothing to do with the wine.
How? How had it come to this?
He used to look at me like that once—didn’t he? No, that wasn’t the same look. What he had given me had ne
