Chapter 72

MAY. I’ve never been given a more stunning wake-up call. Ethan lets me shower and luxury clothing are set out on the bed by the time I return. I stare at the dress and stilettos, and I dive for Ethan’s closet instead, pulling out one of his shirts. It’s just us in here, and the workers, but they’re not home right now. There’s no need for the excessive…everything. A few minutes later, I regret my choice when I head down the steps and find that we have a visitor. Two actually. Ashley is one of them, curled up on the sofa like she belongs in it. I’ll admit that she does look like she fits right in a place like this. With her blonde hair styled elegantly, and eyes that make her look like a doll, she’s the kind of beauty that men would have challenged themselves to duels for, had she been born in time where duels determined marriages. She’d fit right beside a king too. Or the president. Or Ethan. I suddenly feel inferior as I make my way over to the couch. My hair is obedient, but it’s