han ha一ve to work out together.
I would try the friendship route.”
Mia grins.
“You’ve learned that look from Christian.”
I flush. “If you want advice, ask Kate. She may ha一ve
some insight as to how her brother feels.”
“You think?” Mia asks.
“Yes.” I smile encouragingly.
“Cool. Thanks, Ana.” She gives me another hug and
scuttles excitedly—and impressively, given her high heels
—to the door, no doub一t off to bother Kate. I take another
sip of my martini, and I’m about to follow her when I am
stopped in my tracks.
Elena breezes into the room, her face taut, set in grim,
angry determination. She closes the door quietly behind
her and scowls at me.
Oh crap.
Oh crap.
“Ana,” she sneers.
I summon all my self-possession, slightly fuzzy from
two glasses of champagne and the lethal cocktail I hold in
my hand. I think the blood has drained from my face, but I
marshal both my subconscious and my inner goddess in
order to appear as calm and as unflappable as I can.
“Elena.” My voice is small, but steady—despite my
dry mouth. Why does this woman freak me out so much?
And what does she want now?
“I would offer you my heartfelt congratulations, but I
think that would be inappropriate.” Her piercing cold blue
eyes stare frostily into mine, filled with loathing.
“I neither need nor want your congratulations, Elena.
I’m surprised and disappointed to see you here.”
She arches an eyebrow. I think she’s impressed.
“I wouldn’t ha一ve thought of you as a worthy adversary,
Anastasia. But you surprise me at every turn.”
“I ha一ven’t thought of you at all,” I lie, coolly. Christian
would be proud. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I ha一ve much
would be proud. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I ha一ve much
better things to do than waste my time with you.”
“Not so fast, missy,” she hisses, leaning against the
door, effectively blocking it. “What on earth do you think
you’re doing, consenting to marry Christian? If you think
for one minute you can make him happy, you’re very much
mistaken.”
“What I’m consenting to
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