"No." His answer was crisp, his expression solemn—as if recounting a memory rather than a fantasy. "You rejected me because I was penniless. You even had security beat me up."
Sara nodded gravely. "That is a tragedy." Then she shifted tone. "Dreams are fake, Simon."
He stared at her fair, flawless face. "Why not say the opposite?"
"Because I never even had a wedding." She laughed, though it didn't reach her eyes. "How could you crash a wedding that never happened?"
She and Adrian had only signed the papers. Even the rings were an afterthought. Back then, the Harding family hadn't accepted her.
When Elijah found out, he'd slapped Adrian in public, accusing him of treating marriage like a game just to spite Eva. But Adrian hadn't listened. When the family objected, he took Sara and moved out.
Whether Eva had tried to win him back then, Sara didn't know, but Adrian's relationship with his family had frozen over.
For six months, they barely spoke. Sara had shamelessly, tirelessly mediated, smoothing things over until she finally earned her place at the table.
Only then did Adrian stop treating her like a pretty vase.
Simon didn't laugh.