But I still love you.”

A low sound of disbelief moved through the ballroom.

Isadora looked down at him, and there was no triumph in her face — only a tired, clear sadness.

“When you believed I had nothing,” she said, “you chose someone else, and you let your family make me a stranger in my own home.

And now that you know what I have, you’re on your knee.”

“We can fix this.”