Julian looked up, red-eyed.

“Genevieve.

I made a mistake.

Please.” I looked at him for a moment — the man who’d left me alone in a lobby to be the punchline of a joke, who’d told me that if I were easier to love his family wouldn’t have had to fake it.

“You didn’t make a mistake, Julian,” I said, and I gave him a small, genuine smile.

“You finally showed me who you were.