#Chapter45

The clickity-clack of the hooves came up the driveway, and Imara met her own eyes in the mirror as she finished brushing her hair.

She wore the green dress Thorin bought her in New Orleans; the one he said made her eyes sparkle. It fit her well, and unlike the other dresses in her armoire, it showed off her womanly features. It narrowed at the waist and revealed just enough cleavage not to be obscene. She left her hair down and wavy with the sides pulled back and hoped she looked good enough to make Ben pay for ignoring her all this time.

When she stepped into the hallway,...