The dinner was at it's peak when Zara stepped into the hall. Glass clinks, muted laughter, the shuffle of polished shoes across marble. She held her head high, the dress Jake forced her into catching the light with every move. Eyes followed her, curious, measuring, some too familiar. She ignored them.

Charlotte was everywhere. Her laugh cut through the air, her perfume trailed behind her in each circle she moved through, and her hand clung to Jake’s arm when she wanted to be seen. She moved ...