Chapter 11

Iris's POV

I clutched my skirt so tightly my knuckles went white.

"He'll come," I said, meeting Cecilia's eyes with a calm but unwavering voice. "He promised me. He'll be here."

Cecilia burst into exaggerated laughter, as if I'd just told the funniest joke in the world. Her entourage joined in...

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