CHAPTER FIFTEEN

William’s POV

One moment I was angry about how things were between Margaret and myself and today, I was happy, holding her waist and drawing in a noseful of her scent at this dinner party. When the orchestra shifted into a slower song, I watched as a few people excused themselves from their circles and ventured out onto the dance floor. I walked around the edge of the garden, stepping behind Margaret and tapping her on one bare shoulder. She turned, her smile slipping from her face when she saw me.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I said.

Margaret took a long sip from her champagne flute before...