HER FATHER PUSHED HER INTO THE FOUNTAIN AT HER SISTER’S WEDDING—THEN HER SECRET HUSBAND WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR

is that?”

Mariana answered before anyone else could.

“My husband.”

Silence.

Not confusion—recalibration.

Beatrice blinked. “Your what?”

“My husband,” Mariana repeated.

Ernest let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s impossible.”

Alexander reached into his pocket, withdrew a folded handkerchief, and gently wiped a trace of water from Mariana’s cheek.

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