Veiled Warning

Gemma stepped inside gracefully.

"Ms. Alden," Celine said with a slight, composed smile, gesturing toward an empty cushion across from her.

Gemma looked at her. Her profile and the elegant line of her neck were strikingly distinctive, almost reminiscent of Reverie's, or perhaps...

She was Reverie?

No, that couldn't be.

If she were, why wouldn't she claim the title openly?

If she were, why hadn't s