MARIGOLD POV

Okay.

I know this game. I’ve been playing it since the moment I agreed to wear Margaux’s skin like a second dress. Fake the bratty tilt of the chin, fake the spoiled bite in the voice, fake the entire damn life of a woman who isn’t me. But tonight? Tonight Gregor had decided to take method acting to a whole new level.

The man kissed me like I was his last breath just nights ago, and now he couldn’t even look at me?

I sat there in the salon, drowning in silks and ...