ARIA

Marcus's ring sits discarded on the nightstand... cheap, tacky, and meaningless.

And I realize that in less than twelve hours, I've gone from broken and destroyed to engaged to one of the most powerful men in New York.

My phone buzzes in my purse across the room. It is probably Paige. Or worse, Vivienne, gloating about her victory.

I should get up. Get dressed and start this new, surreal chapter of my life.

But for just a moment, I let myself sit here in the quiet.

Processing what ...