Gabriella’s P.O.V

I stepped out of my father’s study just as the front door slammed shut and the echo of Tristan’s footsteps faded down the hallway. I couldn’t help the slow smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. What an idiot, I thought, still reeling from the sheer audacity of what I had just heard. If I hadn’t been standing there, pressed against the dark wood of the study door like a nosy little girl eavesdropping on a scandal, I wouldn’t have believed it ...