to give me a wedding present, just disappear from my life. I’m sick of apologizing for you to Blake’s family.”
The room went silent. Even the waitstaff froze in place.
Blake’s mother, Victoria, pressed her expensive linen napkin to her lips, her eyes gleaming with something that might have been pity but looked a lot like satisfaction.
“Amber,” Blake finally murmured, touching her arm gently. “Maybe we should—”
“No, Blake. I’m done pretending.”
Amber shook off his hand, her diamond engagement ring catching the light. “Do you know what Victoria
