Chapter 608

Sloane still remembered the first time she met Irene.

She'd liked her immediately.

"Lucius," she'd said, dead serious, "Irene is wonderful. Don't you dare mess this up."

"I won't." Lucius had smiled, his eyes soft. "Meeting her is the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me."

On the wedding day, Sloane was everywhere at once — smoothing Irene's veil, checking the line of Lucius's jacket, fussing