Julian's gaze darted frantically between Selena and Scarlett. The heart that had been racing with the euphoric joy of Selena's return was now constricted by a suffocating coat of anxiety. He stood at the epicenter, both physically and emotionally, caught between the woman who still haunted his heart and the woman who now held his sacred vows on paper.
Selena, sensing Julian's presence, instantly shed her sharp edges, replacing them with a soft, longing expression. She glided toward him, treating Scarlett as if she were nothing more than a piece of lobby furniture.
"Julian! You came to get me?" Selena brushed her hand against his arm with practiced intimacy, a calculated gesture of ownership. "I was just greeting your lovely 'cousin.' You're certainly good at keeping family secrets, aren't you?"
