Lydia sat alone on the couch, calming herself for a while before picking up the invitation card that Reign had tossed on the floor.

It was an invitation to Reign’s father’s birthday party.

Maybe it was because of their chance encounter at the hat store that Margaret had given it to her.

Lydia let out a bitter laugh. Since the downfall of the Wynn family, she hadn’t seen Reign’s father in nearly ten years. They weren’t close, and she would ...