Katelyn’s POV

We’d been at Ethan’s father’s wedding banquet for less than an hour. The private dining room was full of polite conversation and the clatter of forks.

Ethan’s father looked happier than I’d ever seen him, his cheeks flushed with wine.

For once, Ethan was at ease, sitting beside me and letting me pour him a drink, the two of us trying to blend in with the other guests.

I heard the click of heels on marble. Amanda entered the room. Her dress was beautiful, a deep red ...