The rain dripped from Edmund's hair, tracing the lines of his sharp features. He was beautiful.
The dance was slow and intimately perfect. Rosalyn twirled beneath his hands, her gown heavy with water, her laughter rich with triumph.
Edmund played his role well. He held her close. He let his lips graze her temple, her cheek, her jaw and when she tilted her face toward him, expectantly, he kissed her.
His kiss was unhurried, deliberate. A kiss meant to prove devotion, one meant to be seen. A kiss that sent a dagger straight through Diane's heart.
She couldn't breathe. For a moment, she convinced herself that the sting in her eyes was from the water falling above.
But then the first tear slipped past her lashes and then another and another. That is when she realized she was crying and no one would see.
The rain hid everything. She bit down on her lip to stop the sob that threatened to escape.
