Gilded Couture

Hazel

"Oh, I didn’t know about this," I say, nodding in fake shock.

Yep. As you guessed, I’m protecting Mr. Blackwood against my own better judgment.

I just couldn’t bring myself to reveal it.

"And you know," Maeve beams, then glances at her phone. "Oh, shit—it's time." She shoots up from her seat and turns to Ronan. "Call the ride."

Gael stands too. "That’s not necessary. I brought my car."

Maeve