Chapter 42

It took every bit of her self-control to maintain her composure. Isadora’s wedding. That was not good news.

“That sucks,” she said, taking another sip of her drink.

“It’s pretty bad,” Tamsin agreed. “It’s not even the worst part. If he hadn’t been hoarding Dante so much I would feel sorry for the guy.”

“Why?”

“Turns out this ex-girlfriend must be a sadistic bitch. She invited him to the weddin