- Sloane Pierce:
The maid, perhaps trying to ease the tension, smiled softly.
"I made pancakes," she said. "Miss Delgado doesn't usually have guests stay the night."
Miss Delgado. The name felt strange on my tongue, as if I was hearing it for the first time, even though I knew exactly who it referred to.
"I didn't plan on staying, I'm locked up here against my well." I said quietly.
The maid's smile faltered, but she said nothing else. The sound of my fork scraping against the plate filled the silence until the door behind us opened again.
Footsteps approached—slow, heavy—and then a man's voice broke through the air.
"Roxy," he said casually. "Everything's ready. The arrangements, the flowers, the chapel… we're good to go for the wedding."
The fork slipped from my hand, clattering against the plate. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly turned to look at him.
Roxy's brother—Mateo. He was standing in the doorway, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
