“Tomorrow we toast to the company,” Ximena said.

Emiliano kissed her and looked at me the way you’d look at a chair.

“And after the gala,” he said, “we’re finally done with this.” I held the empty stare.

Inside, I was steadier than I had been in years, and I was thinking one thing only: Tomorrow, every person you’re trying to impress is going to learn which of us was really trapped.

Chapter 16 — The Morning Of

By Saturday morning my house looked like it had been dressed for a magazine wedding.