Chapter 54

“Coming, child.”

As Paris went in, Belle kissed her and walked slowly down the steps to the lawn, stopping a few feet in front of her brother. She wore a sleeveless cream-colored sheath—the kind Lleyton’s mother favored—her hair swept up in a French twist. She looked different—older, thinner, and yet more composed, grounded. Jade thought that in the last five months since he’d seen her she had somehow grown up.

“You heard about Lleyton,” she said. “But, of course, you did. And you’re glad, glad he’s gone from me. Well, I can’t blame you. I never deserved him.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“And now Se?or has left you everything and me, well, not so much—certainly nothing equal to the trouble I put everyone through in the hopes of inheriting the estate. You must be enjoying that, too. All my plotting and planning. All that scheming and sucking up. I even betrayed my own brother. All for naught. I’ve lost everything—Lleyton, you, this place, all my hopes and dreams.”