it.”
Clarissa’s face twisted. The mask of the blushing bride fell away, revealing pure, unadulterated rage.
“You are nothing,” she hissed. “Just a bitter, lonely spinster.”
And then, she moved.
It happened in slow motion. I saw her hand raise, the flash of her engagement ring under the chandelier lights. I could have blocked it. I have the reflexes. But continue reading …
