Cole stood in the doorway.
Frozen.
Staring at me like I was a ghost he couldn't quite believe existed.
Cole was here. At my wedding reception. Staring at me in my wedding dress like I'd just shattered something precious.
before I could force my frozen body to do something, anything, Cole's expression shifted.
The devastation smoothed away.
Replaced by something practiced. Polished.
The mask of a diplomat.
He straightened his shoulders, schooled his features into neutral pleasantness, and stepped fully into the hall. And that's when I saw her.
A woman appeared at his side.
Beautiful. Elegant. Wearing a dress that probably cost more than my entire existence.
Her hand slipped into the crook of Cole's arm with the easy familiarity of someone who belonged there.
Who had every right to be there.
My stomach dropped.
