At My Sister’s $5 Million Wedding, My Father Poured Wine Down My Dress and Called Me a Pathetic Spinster on the Microphone. I Made One Phone Call
I found I no longer needed to.
Chapter 18 — Forged in Silence
The night air on the rooftop was cold and clean, and the rotors of the black executive helicopter were already turning, beating the city noise down to nothing.
Zachary pulled me in against him, heedless of the wine that had long since ruined his jacket too, and kissed me hard while the wind tore at our hair.
“You were extraordinary in there,” he said over the roar.
