Chapter 149

• Kassandra smoothed down the fabric of the beige, supremely boring satin silk she was wearing and suppressed another sigh. The dress, picked by the stylist and coming with a hefty designer tag, wasn’t ugly per se.
• But the classic-fitting bodice and the flaring skirt were not all her style. With her hair pulled back from her face and the cashmere wrap, she felt thoroughly unlike herself. The heavy diamond choker lay against her throat like a dead, cold weight that could siphon off every bit of warmth from her skin.
• Blinking, she looked at Darian, sitting on the other side of the wide cabin, his arrogant head bent over his laptop.