Mia couldn't sleep. She kept replaying the events of the gala in her mind—Olivia's smug smile, Eleanor's disapproval, Harry's indecision. By six in the morning, she gave up trying and sat by her window, watching the sun rise over the Bennett estate.

She had waited in the garden for nearly two hours last night, but Harry never showed. Whatever that mysterious text had revealed, it clearly hadn't been enough to convince him.

A soft knock at her door startled her. She opened it to find Martha, ...