Kitty doesn't answer.
"Kitty!" her father roars.
"I ... I love him ..."
"Oh my god," her mother breathes.
The bridesmaids file out.
It's just us now. Me, Kitty, and her parents.
"How could you?" her mother whispers.
"Bill's going to leave his wife for me," Kitty says. "What I have with him is real."
I want to throw up.
Her father turns to me. "Does anyone else know?"
"Just the family and Harper."
"Will she release the video?"
I shake my head. "Not if you cooperate. Tell everyone there was a family emergency. Cancel the wedding quietly. No drama. No press."
"And if we don't?" they ask.
"Then the video goes public. And everyone knows exactly why the wedding was canceled."
He looks at his daughter who’s sobbing in her mother's arms. "We'll handle it," he says finally, then walks out.
"How long?" I ask Kitty.
"Fuck you," she hisses.
"I think you've said enough. Go," her mother yells at me.
I walk out and down the stairs to the front foyer, where Mom and Collette are waiting. They rush over and hug me.
"How bad was it?" Mom asks.
"Bad. But it's done."
Headlights appear in the driveway, that must be Harper's driver. We grab our bags and walk out into the warm Italian night.
"She lost her mind, didn't she?" Collette asks.
"She sure did." I smirk.
Tomorrow, there will be chaos. Guests will arrive and questions will be asked. But we'll be gone. Off exploring Italy. Leaving this nightmare behind us.
I just hope Pierre can, too.
6
EMMETT
New York in August is brutal. Hot and humid. The kind of heat that makes you appreciate ice rinks. I've been back two weeks, looking tanned, relaxed, and ready for another season. The summer was exactly what I needed. After Monaco, Lincoln convinced me to keep going.
