Chapter 72
Brittany's Pov
On Sunday afternoon. I prepared to go to Darcy's penthouse. Just to prove my father wrong.
I had planned how everything would go to the last detail. Planned the secret pictures, the hugs, the kisses...
My hair in soft waves, makeup neat, a red dress that looked effortless but expensive.
Photographers were in the second car-discreet professionals ready to capture candid photos of Darcy and me in his garden, on the steps, by the living room piano. Pictures that would flood social media and convince my father and his investors that our engagement was solid.
Luis rode up front beside the driver. I checked my lipstick one last time and it looked good. I snapped the compact shut.
"Are the photographers ready?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Hawthorne," Luis replied. "They
