White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

adjusting the silver hairpin at the back of my neck, waiting for her to explain the court records.

“We don’t have time for hesitation,” she said, leaning forward so fast her gold necklace clinked, “and the bank is waiting for our signature.”

“I wanted Clara to look over the terms first,” I said.

Beatrice’s face hardened, her polished smile disappearing continue reading …