Nothing ever escaped Arthur's notice.
"Yes."
He looped his arm around my waist with casual ease, his voice gentle.
"You've never told me your story."
"There's nothing worth telling."
I had no interest in revisiting it.
Arthur didn't press. He just looked at me quietly, a faint smile resting on his lips.
That was who he was. A gentleman to the core.
He would never say anything to pressure or force someone.
I let out a sigh and began, piece by piece.
Once upon a time, Lucille Harding had been a golden girl.
Born into wealth, bright and vivacious, never having worried about money a day in her life.
And to top it all off, she'd had a brilliant, handsome childhood sweetheart right next door: Jackson Gilbert.
Everyone assumed the two of them were a perfect match, destined for each other.
The year they both got into Crestwood University, they started dating, just as everyone expected. The plan was to get engaged right after graduation.
But the thing about life is, just when everything seems close to perfect, something goes wrong.
And Millicent was that something.
The first time we met, we were eight years old.