Chapter 97: Fashion Faux Pas

Calla’s POV

I froze, looking down at the burgundy silk dress. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

Vaughn’s voice was low and dangerous. “Where did you get it?”

“Giselle gave it to me. She said you bought it—”

“I didn’t buy you anything.” His eyes were cold. “That dress belonged to my wife.”

The words made my mouth go dry. Vaughn’s wife—Cleo’s mother. The dead woman who I had never met and only heard