Chapter 145: Ships in the Night

Calla’s POV

I’d learned long ago how to wear the right mask at the right times.

So I sat at the head table in a dress the color of dark wine, my husband on one side and his daughter on the other, and I smiled and lifted my glass every time someone rose to toast the newlyweds, and not one person in that hall would have guessed the newlyweds hadn’t said a real word to each other since the night befo