Remorse (Rhodes #0.5) - Rina Kent Page 0,9

Add the natural-looking makeup and she looks stunning. More than usual. It’s like she’s dressed up for a special occasion other than the banquet.

“I have amazing news!” she gushes.

I smile wide, unable to hide my own enthusiasm. “Me, too.”

She leads me to the corner of the hall, away from listening ears. A waiter offers her champagne, but she shakes her head. “I can’t drink.”

After he nods and leaves, she says, “I kind of feel guilty because I didn’t tell you this before. I don’t even know if you’re all right with it, but you left and I thought you didn’t have any interest to return, so…”

“So?” My brows furrow, unsure what Rose is trying to tell me.

“Oh, hell!” Her face reddens as she looks behind me. I follow her gaze and Alexander is standing with her father, face stone cold. I’ve never seen him have that expression before.

Rose is all flustered and keeps tugging on her dress until I’m afraid her breasts will pop free for the world to see.

“I have to hide from Alexander.” She runs the other way, leaving me confused out of my mind.

Rose hid her feelings from Alexander, but she never ran away from him. What the hell is going on?

I’m about to follow her when I catch a whiff of a conversation between two elderly members of the noble community.

“She must be timid about her future engagement.”

Engagement? How come Rose never mentioned that? I suppose that’s what her father is about to announce and what she was about to tell me.

I practically barge into the ladies’ chatter with a big smile. “Is tonight Rose’s engagement?”

One of them, Mrs Taylor, if I remember correctly, a woman who loves to repeat gossip for anyone willing to listen, doesn’t mind my rude eavesdropping. She leans closer. “Rose will be engaged to the eldest of the Rhodes boys. This will be a lovely opportunity for both their families’ business.”

“You mean the youngest?” I motion at Alexander with a smile, whose face is still cold. “Alexander.”

“No.” She discreetly points at Arthur who’s at the other end of the hall, conversing with his father. “The eldest. Arthur.”

The room starts spinning and the flute of champagne almost falls from my hand. A wave of nausea takes me over. Rose will be engaged to Arthur? What the hell?

“Darling… are you all right?” Mrs Taylor asks as Mrs Fishnet takes the glass from my hand.

“I’m fine.” I swallow the tears threatening to spill. “When… when did this come about?”

“Don’t tell anyone that you heard from me.” Mrs Taylor leans close as if about to share an MI6’s secret. “The fathers wanted this to happen for a while now. For months if not years.”

Goodness.

Arthur was betrothed to Rose and still dared not only to lure me to stay, but he also made me fall even deeper for him.

A sob forms at the back of my throat as I excuse myself. I take measured steps until I’m outside. Then, I run all the way to the back garden where Rose and I used to play as children.

Oh dear. Arthur has been cheating on Rose with me. How could he do that? How could he crush me and make me hurt my friend?

I fall on a wooden bench and hide my face in my hands. Tears blur my vision and needles puncture my heart.

How stupid could I be to think about staying? Arthur has already moved on before I returned.

A loud sob rips from my lips and wreaks my chest. The bastard ruined me now.

Three years ago, I ran away before I was in too deep. My heart was broken, but I could at least pretend to put it back together. Now, there are no pieces left to pick up.

A strong hand clutches my shoulder as that familiar voice rasps. “Eva.”

Hot fire courses through my veins as I yank his hand free and jerk up on unsteady feet. He’s looking at me with that deep line between his eyebrows as if he doesn’t understand why I’m crying. “How dare you call me that way or touch me after what you made me do? How can you cheat on Rose with me? Was it fun?”

“You’re misunderstanding, Eva.” His low voice coaxes, even if his impatience is showing through the clenching of his jaw.

“What? What am I misunderstanding, Arthur? Your engagement with Rose? Or acting all jealous and possessive when you already have a fiancée?”

“I don’t have a fiancée.” He enunciates every word as if spelling it out for