HARPER
TWO DAYS LATER
The soft music drifting from the grand hall pierced my ears. I groaned, twisting on the bed and pulling the pillow over my head in a weak attempt to block it out.
It was the Wilsons' annual family Christmas reception. Everyone had gathered downstairs to celebrate—everyone but me.
Of course. I was a captive. A woman believed to be missing. Who in their right mind would let me attend such a "special" event? Not that I wanted to go anyway. I already knew what I'd be there—the topic. The Wilsons' illegitimate daughter. The ghost at the feast. It was always like that, every single year.
The soft click of the doorknob twisted my gut. I sat up slowly, grimacing.
"Elizabeth," I muttered as the door creaked open.
She hadn't been back since two days ago, since she stormed out with that smug promise about returning with a signed divorce agreement. So, this was it? The grand reveal?
