Timothy had decided to marry her, and every single member of the Lawson family was against it.

In the end, it was Phelps who made the final call, silencing the rest of the family.

Still, Jessica knew perfectly well that even if everyone opposed him, Timothy wouldn't care in the least.

Seven years ago, she could feel it-his determination to marry her was unwavering.

And so, for seven long years, she'd lived in a waking dream.

Jessica lowered her gaze, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

What was she supposed to do now?

When Timothy set his mind to something, who could possibly stop him?

Her silence seemed to grate on Phelps, who slammed his cane against the floor in frustration.

"You're mute, not deaf!" he snapped.

Jessica lifted her eyes, rimmed faintly pink.

The only person in the Lawson family who'd ever shown her a shred of courtesy had now turned on her too.

She turned away.

was a dying woman-there was no reason to stay and endure the Lawsons' contempt any

for the door, he struggled to his feet,

"Jessica!"

walked into the living room, grabbed the handle of her suitcase, and

face turned from pale to

kindness, and

Mrs. Lawson didn't want the title

Fuming, Phelps stormed off.

Mabel was a bundle of nerves. After turning things over in her

a charity

name flash on his

only be to report that his wife had been missing for hours and

intention of calling

Henry; she would never truly leave The Gilded Whisper

orphan with no real skills-where

gala was

He'd done his homework.

auction

determined to win

proceeded in an orderly

He hadn't raised his bidding paddle yet; the piece he wanted was

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