Chapter 6

The Ashford yacht glittered like a floating chandelier. Three hundred guests. A string quartet. Fireworks scheduled for midnight. I delivered the gown to the master suite and turned to leave. "Stay," Callum said. "Vivienne wants you for the photos." "I'm not a guest." "No. You're staff. Stay." So I stayed. In a plain black dress by the bar, invisible. Callum gave a toast. "To Vivienne. The woman I've waited for my whole life." My whole life. Five years of my life had been the waiting room. I...