Lily's POV

The days following the gala blurred together like watercolors in the rain. Tony had been everything a woman could want attentive, caring, protective. He brought me coffee in the mornings just the way I liked it, listened when I talked about my fears, and never once made me feel like I was too much or too broken.

But that was the problem, wasn't it? It was all too perfect.

I sat in the garden behind his mansion, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink. ...